Beartooth Incident
Beartooth Incident
“He was too weak to last long. Tull knew it but he had overlooked one thing. Fargo didn’t have to last if he could bring Tull down quickly. So as Tull raised his leg to stomp him, Fargo resorted to the dirtiest trick there was; he drove his fist up and in, slamming his knuckles into Tull’s groin.
The killer cursed and staggered back. Sputtering, he clutched himself. His face became red, almost purple. “You’re dead, you bastard.” He tried to raise his pearl-handled Colt.
Fargo heaved off the floo...r. The movement made him light-headed, but he lashed out, swatting Tull’s wrist just as the Colt went off. The revolver thundered loud in the confines of the cabin. The slug missed him and struck a wall.
“Kill you!” Tull railed, and thumbed back the hammer to try again.
Fargo punched him, a short, brutal chop to the throat that sent Tull crashing onto his side.
Now the sounds that came from Tull’s throat weren’t words. They were gurgles and snarls. He’d dropped the Colt and now he grabbed for it, his fingers rigid claws.MoreLess
The killer cursed and staggered back. Sputtering, he clutched himself. His face became red, almost purple. “You’re dead, you bastard.” He tried to raise his pearl-handled Colt.
Fargo heaved off the floo...r. The movement made him light-headed, but he lashed out, swatting Tull’s wrist just as the Colt went off. The revolver thundered loud in the confines of the cabin. The slug missed him and struck a wall.
“Kill you!” Tull railed, and thumbed back the hammer to try again.
Fargo punched him, a short, brutal chop to the throat that sent Tull crashing onto his side.
Now the sounds that came from Tull’s throat weren’t words. They were gurgles and snarls. He’d dropped the Colt and now he grabbed for it, his fingers rigid claws.MoreLess
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