Code of the Mountain Man
William W. Johnstone
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Smoke Jensen was said to be the fastest gun alive. Until he hung up his gunbelts to raise a family. Then Lee Slater & his gang started stirring up trouble. This was their 1st mistake, the 2nd was to kill Jensen's wife. There wasn't going to be a 3rd.
leave,” Smoke offered him an option. “And you could always shut your trap,” Charlie told him. “I’m right here, Charlie,” Smoke told him. “Anytime you think you have the cajones to brace me without all your buddies to back you up.” Nice way of making him stand alone whether he fishes or cuts bait, Moss thought. I’ll keep that in mind. The cowboy looked hard at Smoke and then sat down without another word. “You just saved your own life, cowboy,” the stranger said, rifling a deck of cards.
biscuit, took a sip of water, and waited. The old mountain man Preacher had taught him many things as a boy, one of which was patience. After several moments, a man shouted out, “Who you be up yonder?” “An avenging angel!” Smoke returned the shout, then shifted positions. He could not hear the reply, if any, but he was certain the mutterings among the scum were highly profane. “What’s your beef with us?” someone finally shouted. Smoke shifted his eyes, sensing that conversation on the part
them. * * * "My God!” Mills said, standing at the base of the mountain where so many men had died of gunshots and the avalanche. The sunlight was bright on the side of the slope, the rays reflecting off of dark splotches of dried blood. “The rumbling we heard yesterday,” Larry said. “Yes,” Moss replied, looking at the hands and arms and legs sticking out from under tons of rock. His eyes touched upon what was left of two men who’d been crushed under huge boulders, the boulders rolling on
crawled forward. Wouldn’t it be interesting, he thought, to come face to face with a mountain lion on this narrow trail with a five hundred foot drop below? He decided it would not be interesting. Just deadly for one of them. He crawled on, smiling at what faced him a few yards around the curve in the trail. The mountain pass ended, but it did not end sheer; it ended in an upside down V. Now, if there were just sufficient handholds or jutting rocks that were stable, he could climb out. It was
ride. And that last part is far more important than the first. And as far as you and your boys taking me in, forget it. You’d have to pay too terrible a price. I’ve had as many as five slugs in me, and stayed on my feet shooting. The men who put those slugs in me are rotting in the grave. I’m sitting here drinking coffee. I’d think about that if was you.” “I don’t think you’d draw on an officer of the law, Smoke.” “I wouldn’t want to do it. I surely wouldn’t. Most of them just get out of my way