Slocum #422 (2014)
“The riders came hard, kicking up a dust cloud that obscured the railroad tracks. With a lightning-fast calculation, Slocum realized the Apaches might not have seen Marlene. He stepped back, grabbed her around the waist, and picked her up, kicking.
“What are you doing, Mr. Slocum? Put me down.”
He did. He dropped her between the cross ties to a rocky slope beneath. Marlene yelped and lost her footing. For a frightening instant he thought she would tumble on down the side of the canyon ...and fall back into the river. An agile twist brought her around to slide on her belly. She found purchase with her toes and then seized a ragged hunk of metal sticking down from the tracks.
“Don’t say a word. Don’t move,” he ordered as he slid his Colt from its holster. The water trickling from the barrel told him there wasn’t a chance in hell the pistol would fire. The repeated dips in the river had ruined the cartridges and possibly gummed up the firing mechanism.MoreLess
“What are you doing, Mr. Slocum? Put me down.”
He did. He dropped her between the cross ties to a rocky slope beneath. Marlene yelped and lost her footing. For a frightening instant he thought she would tumble on down the side of the canyon ...and fall back into the river. An agile twist brought her around to slide on her belly. She found purchase with her toes and then seized a ragged hunk of metal sticking down from the tracks.
“Don’t say a word. Don’t move,” he ordered as he slid his Colt from its holster. The water trickling from the barrel told him there wasn’t a chance in hell the pistol would fire. The repeated dips in the river had ruined the cartridges and possibly gummed up the firing mechanism.MoreLess
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