“She lay looking disinterestedly at the pattern of shadows the rafters made, trying to clear her wits and think. The last thing she had seen had been a tall man in stained leather standing on a fallen tree with a gun in each hand. Somehow that did not connect up with this. Gradually she became aware of someone seated beside her. Slowly she turned her head to behold a man silhouetted against the flickering light given out by a piece of rag stuck into a cup of bear grease on the table across t...he rough room. Even then she did not know what it was all about. Her head ached dully and the man meant nothing to her, for the moment, less than the rafter shadows. “Gee, ma’am,” said Sunset with a gusty sigh of relief, “you shore had me worried for a while. How do you feel?” This soft drawl was not the clear and deadly voice of the road agent. She studied the silhouette curiously. Sunset got up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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