The Cimarron Kid (A Sam Spur Western Book 5)
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“You should of killed me, Spur,” he screamed. “You should of killed me.”
Ben pulled his rifle from under his leg and sighted on Carmody. The man shrieked out and turned and ran. The two deputies stared after him.
Spur and Ben went on. After a while, they looked back again. The two deputies had gone from sight. The small figure of Carmody stood at the bottom of the long slope waving his arms and screaming.
They went on.
The sheriff was out of sight, they could no longer hear him. Spur leaned forward and gripped the saddle horn.
“You all right, boy?” Ben said.
“Sure,” said Spur. “I jest ain’t as strong as I told the sheriff I was.”
They went on for an hour, picking their way through the hills. Suddenly, Ben straightened in the saddle.
“Rider comin’,” he said.
After a few minutes had passed, a lone figure rode into view above them. It halted and stared down at them, then came on toward them.
“The Kid,” said Ben. “He come to save us.”
“I knew he would,” Spur said.
“Sam,” said Ben, “git rid of that boy now. He ain’t no good.”
“Ben,” said Sam, “there ain’t a boy alive who ain’t some good. You an’ me, we ain’t no good, not according to most folks. But we get by. An’ he did come after us. Didn’t he? Admit it, you stubborn ole fool.”
“All right, I admit it,” said Ben, “but that don’t make him no good.”
The Kid reached them and halted.
Spur spoke before he could open his mouth.
“You looked out for that mare, boy?” he demanded.
“Now, see here—”
Ben said: “Looks like you rid her awful hard. It ain’t yo’ hoss’ boy.”
“Let me tell you—”
“What took you so long?” Spur demanded. “Hell, we waited so long for you to come an’ rescue us, we done saved ourselves.”
“An’ we thought you was the hero what allus come in the nick o’ time,” said Ben. “You purely disappointment me, boy.”
The Kid thought about the posse he had attacked on three separate occasions, the times he might have died. The anger showed in his eyes.
“I fought off the posse. All the time you been ridin’ aroun’ …” He stopped. The two men were grinning at him. They were putting him on. He grinned wryly and said: “You bastards.”
Spur felt relief. Only a friend would have dared use that word. The Kid was going to be all right.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The Kid turned his horse and they drifted into the hills together.
The Sam Spur Series
1: The Gun is My Brother
2: Man in the Saddle
3: Spur
4: Longhorn
5: The Cimarron Kid
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