“If so, it couldn’t be helped. Falcon hoped that would not be the case, but if it was, so be it. Falcon had other errands to attend to in town, and he wasn’t going to leave because of Les’s hurt feelings, or whatever might be eating at the Double N rider. Falcon bought the Wilson kids each a peppermint stick, then stood in front of the general store, chomping on his own stick of peppermint candy. He finished the candy, then stepped back inside and ordered a few supplies that were needed back at ...the ranch. When he again stepped outside, he glanced down the street toward the Purple Palace. Les was standing outside, drinking from a bottle of whiskey and glaring down Falcon’s way. “Damn!” Falcon muttered. He looked across the street from the store. Stumpy and Wildcat were still there, waiting for the trouble they both sensed was coming. And they both knew that Falcon would not leave town simply to ride away from that trouble. That wasn’t the way of a western man. Les knelt down and placed his bottle on the edge of the boardwalk, then stepped out into the street.MoreLessRead More Read Less
The Miles and Lars Gilman miraculous "cobversion , both at the same time ie too utterly unconvincing and very shoddy work of this distinguished writer. Their characters built up throughout the book are far too fixed to ever show or ave any kindness to anyone. A very poor, but expected "laying of hands" by Saint Falcon ......
Guest3 years ago
Why does the writer always spoil a good yarn by dumping people in a pile of horse balls......always. He's used that same rubbish about a hundred times already. always the same. just like the fast gun who "never cleared leather" before Falcon shot him. Childish, appealing to the lowest mental level of reader. Otherwise this is a good story.
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