by J. T. Edson
‘Look at it this way, same as me and Lon do, Dusty,’ Mark answered. ‘Happen we hadn’t been along, Aunt Mamie, Frankie and Joan would be dead now, or real soon.’
‘That’s the only consolation to it,’ Dusty said. ‘Let’s go back inside.’
* * *
Casa Thackery did not die. It took much long persuasion on Dusty’s part to prevent the spread going by the board. At first none of the three women wanted anything to do with the house, for it held too many evil associations and memories. At last Dusty showed them how many people depended on the Thackery ranch for a living and they agreed to have the place run by a manager.
The shock of all she had seen made Frankie ill. Mamie and Joan left their affairs in Gaunt’s hand while they took the girl East. They were to travel almost around the world before she recovered and would never set foot in Texas again.
Three days after Elmo Thackery’s second, and final, death, the two women left for the east with Frankie. On the same day Dusty Fog, Mark Counter, the Ysabel Kid and Waco rode south, headed for the Rio Hondo country.
‘I sure hope lil Short-Stop gets well,’ Waco told the others as they passed over a rim and out of sight of Casa Thackery.
‘It’s maybe a good thing she’s going east,’ replied Mark with a grin.
‘Leave him be, Mark,’ Dusty ordered. ‘Haven’t you ever been in love?’
‘Not if I could avoid it,’ answered Mark, then he remembered something the Kid had said in Mulrooney before they took on Thackery’s chore. ‘Lon, the next time you allow we’re going to have an easy time on something, keep quiet about it. You’re just tempting old Ka-Dih to make things awkward for us.’
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THE QUEST FOR BOWIE’S BLADE by J. T. EDSON
The task seemed simple enough to the Ysabel Kid. All he had to do was ride into Mexico, find the man who had killed James Bowie at the Alamo and ask him to return Bowie’s legendary knife to its rightful owners. Nothing simpler—or so the Kid thought . . .
But before the job was through he had locked horns with some mighty bad hombres. Men like Manos Grande, the fearsome Yaqui war chief; Silk, a dude but also a lightning fast killer; and Juan Eschuchador, as mean a bandido as ever slit a throat. And then there were the women, real tough ladies like Belle Boyd, the rebel spy working for the US Secret Service or Belle Starr, the outlaw—but at least they were on the Kid’s side—or were they?
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