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The Lone Ranger Rides|Fran Striker

Overview

Once more his finger scraped across the two-day beard. Cavendish had survived a good many years there in the West. He had risen above the many forms of sudden death, to know an old age of comparative security. But, like men in that region, where eternal vigilance was the price of safety, his intuition was developed to a high degree. In a poker game he played his hunches. And in life he listened to that little-understood sixth sense. "Somethin'," he decided, "is goin' on in that Gap, as sure as I'm sittin' here." As if to echo his words, a distant rumble reached his ears. It came from the Gap. At first he thought it must be another of the frequent storms. He listened, then his face grew harder than before. His jaw set firmly. "That ain't thunder," he muttered. "That's gunplay " His first impulse was to call for some of the men to investigate. Instead, he listened for a moment. His niece, Penelope, could be heard humming a gay tune inside the house. She, at least, had not heard anything unusual.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781544709864
  • ISBN-10: 1544709862
  • Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • Publish Date: March 2017
  • Dimensions: 9.02 x 5.98 x 0.39 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 0.55 pounds
  • Page Count: 182

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