“Buck expressed his disapproval of the plan Preacher outlined even before the mountain man had the last words out of his mouth. “I don’t like the sound of that, Preacher. I don’t mean I’m worried about makin’ it back by myself. I’m thinkin’ of what might happen if you run across the whole body of those scum.” “I did in a dozen of them jist yesterday, didn’t I?” Preacher challenged, an eyebrow cocked. “And I still don’t know how,” Buck shot back. “This wound smarts some, but I can carry my load.”... “Don’t doubt you can, ol’ son. But we’d be slowed down with all these horses, the guns, and powder. This way everyone can keep in touch.” That ended the argument. With a good six hours of daylight left, they set off at once. Preacher easily picked up the backtrail of Vickers and his gunmen. It led northwestward, which set off a tingle of premonition along Preacher’s spine. He knew the mountains well in this area. If pushed by the Cheyenne, Pease and his band would no doubt flee southward.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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