by Robert Shea
a peculiarcontrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in hisarm. "This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall huntdown your enemy, Gavir!"
Spurling turned. The Hat Rat saw him.
"The enemy!" the Hat Rat shouted.
The shotgun exploded.
Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge raggedred caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to thefloor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents ofLucifer Grotto leaned forward to grin at the tattered body.
Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threwback his head and howled out the hunting cry of the Desert Men. Thenhe looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face.
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