Fargo 03: Alaska Steel
By John Benteen
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This is the second volume in John Benteen's outstanding series about soldier of fortune Neal Fargo. It opens in Hollywood in 1914, where Fargo is working temporarily as an actor, of all things, playing a villain in a silent Western movie directed by Thomas Ince. Ince is the only real-life character to make an appearance in this novel; the hero of the picture is fictional, as is a beautiful actress Fargo meets.
Ince wants Fargo to continue making movies and claims that he can be a big star, but Fargo isn’t interested in make-believe. Having lived a life of adventure, he needs the real thing. So when the actress, Jane Deering, asks him to go to Alaska and find out what happened to her husband, who disappeared there several years earlier while prospecting for gold, Fargo agrees without hesitation. He’s less enthusiastic about the idea of Jane coming along with him to look for the missing man, but she convinces him.
Naturally, things don’t go well, and Fargo and Jane wind up in all sorts of danger in the gold fields of the untamed Yukon country. There are vigilantes, a mysterious killer, blizzards, and assorted mushing around on dog sleds and snowshoes. As usual, Benteen spins his yarn in tough, hardboiled prose without a wasted word to be found. He’s one of the best pure action writers I’ve ever run across. ALASKA STEEL is a prime example of a short, gritty adventure novel, and like all of John Benteen's work it’s well worth reading.
John Benteen
John Benteen was the pseudonym for Benjamin Leopold Haas born in Charlotte , North Carolina in 1926. In his entry for CONTEMPORARY AUTHORS, Ben told us he inherited his love of books from his German-born father, who would bid on hundreds of books at unclaimed freight auctions during the Depression. His imagination was also fired by the stories of the Civil War and Reconstruction told by his Grandmother, who had lived through both. “My father was a pioneer operator of motion picture theatres”, Ben wrote. “So I had free access to every theatre in Charlotte and saw countless films growing up, hooked on the lore of our own South and the Old West.” A family friend, a black man named Ike who lived in a cabin in the woods, took him hunting and taught him to love and respect the guns that were the tools of that trade. All of these influences – seeing the world like a story from a good book or movie, heartfelt tales of the Civil War and the West, a love of weapons – register strongly in Ben’s own books. Dreaming about being a writer, 18-year-old Ben sold a story to a Western pulp magazine. He dropped out of college to support his family. He was self-educated. And then he was drafted, and sent to the Philippines. Ben served as a Sergeant in the U.S. Army from 1945 to 1946. Returning home, Ben went to work, married a Southern belle named Douglas Thornton Taylor from Raleigh in 1950, lived in Charlotte and in Sumter in South Carolina , and then made Raleigh his home in 1959. Ben and his wife had three sons, Joel, Michael and John. Ben held various jobs until 1961, when he was working for a steel company. He had submitted a manuscript to Beacon Books, and an offer for more came just as he was laid off at the steel company. He became a full-time writer for the rest of his life. Ben wrote every day, every night. “I tried to write 5000 words or more everyday, scrupulous in maintaining authenticity”, Ben said. His son Joel later recalled, “My Mom learned to go to sleep to the sound of a typewriter”.
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Fargo 03 - John Benteen
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Fargo threw back the parka hood, and cold wind lashed his face. He reloaded the shotgun—and then he stood up, exposing himself to fire below. He waved the shotgun high, making a foolish, careless, inspiring, fearless target of himself.
Come on!
he bellowed. Charge!
His men responded. They rushed forward.
Whetstone’s crowd had broken, scattered, run for cover: doorways, house-corners, alleys. A few bullets whined around Fargo. He could not shoot down into the street now for fear of hitting his own men.
Satisfied, still snarling like a maddened timber wolf, he fell down, slid to the back of the cabin, dropped off into a drift behind the house.
ALASKA STEEL
FARGO 3:
By John Benteen
First published by Belmont in 1969
Copyright © 1969, 2014 by Benjamin L. Haas
Published by Piccadilly Publishing at Smashwords: February 2014
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Chapter One
Fargo turned from the bar to stare at the man who had just come through the swinging doors.
The man was as tall as Fargo, a shade over six feet and, in contrast to Fargo, he was handsome, almost pretty. He wore a tall-crowned Stetson, snow-white in color, a checkered shirt, pony-skin vest, fringed gauntlets, bull hide batwing chaps heavily decorated with conchas, high-heeled boots, and huge Chihuahua spurs. He also wore two pearl-handled Colt .45’s cinched around his waist with big, cartridge-studded belts.
Just inside the doors, he halted, looking at Fargo. His lips formed a soundless word. His eyes were angry, his chin jutting. With hands swinging near his gun butts, he strode toward Fargo, spurs jingling.
Fargo came up straight from his leaning position on the bar. He rolled his long, black cigar across his thin-lipped mouth and let his right hand drop down to swing close to the walnut butt of his own holstered .45.
He himself was wide-shouldered, long-legged. The close-cropped hair under his own black Stetson was prematurely snow-white. So were his shaggy brows. In his late thirties, he was in his prime and, dressed in flannel shirt and shotgun chaps, he moved with a leisurely, catlike grace as he confronted the newcomer, staring back at him almost evilly. With an insolent gesture, he took the cigar from his mouth. Then he spat on the floor and suddenly his right hand moved.
It was fast, but the hands of the handsome man in the colorful range outfit were faster. They came up holding the pearl-handled Colts. Before Fargo could thumb back the hammer and shoot, the two guns roared, belching white smoke. Fargo went rigid; his own gun fired straight down. Then he sagged back against the bar, hand clutching at his belly. The cigar fell from his fingers and he crumpled to the floor. He hit it hard and lay there until he heard the voice of the director: Cut! We’ll print it!
Fargo got lithely to his feet, brushing sawdust off the costume. He picked up the Colt, holstered it deftly. The man in the dude outfit put away his own guns, and he grinned at Fargo with teeth that were white and even. That was damned realistic,
he said.
Fargo shook his head. No. Two .45 slugs at that range would pick a man up and throw him halfway across the room.
The dude cowboy’s eyes widened. Really? How do you know?
I’ve seen it happen,
said Fargo tersely. He fished in his shirt pocket, got out another cigar and lit it. Then he turned to the director. I reckon this is all for me?
The director’s name was Ince. He shook his head violently. No, no, Fargo! You did that beautifully. It’s all for this picture, but we start another one next week. That face of yours is just too good to waste. I’ll cast you for the heavy. What about it, Roy?
He turned to the star.
Sure,
Roy Hughes said. Until two years ago, he had been a clerk in a Los Angeles bank. Now his name and handsome features brought men, women, and children flocking into movie theaters. Sure, we’ll make a good team. Besides, I haven’t finished learning how to do that double roll with the pistols, Fargo. I’ll pay you out of my own pocket to stay on and work with me on that. It’ll make a hell of a scene in the next picture.
Fargo shook his head and began to unknot his neckerchief. No, thanks. I’ll draw my pay and light out. All I needed was a grubstake for a while. Soon as I’m paid off, I’ll be going. I’ll take a half hour, though, and show you that double roll again, Roy. But don’t ever try it with guns loaded with real bullets, you hear?
He leaned forward, took the pearl-handled Colts from their holsters, hefted them, then suddenly began to spin one in each hand. They were blurs of steel, and in the split seconds in which, as they whirled, their barrels were pointed away from Fargo’s body, they fired. Four blanks were left in each, and the eight shots merged together into a continuous roar. Then, with startling swiftness, Fargo reached over and dropped them back into their scabbards. The soundstage smelled of powder smoke, and everybody on it was gawking at Fargo open-mouthed.
Then Ince came to life. Look, Fargo. You stay with us through the next movie, I’ll pay you a hundred dollars a week. The one after that, I’ll gamble, give you the lead. Maybe a hero that looks like you will be enough of a novelty to draw a crowd. And if it works, if it goes, you can write your own ticket.
Fargo laughed shortly. He’d been a lot of things in his time—soldier, cowboy, gunman, oilfield roughneck, gambler, logger, and even once, when his money ran out, bouncer in a whorehouse. But he’d never acted in moving pictures before. The thought of himself as a movie star amused him. What would Pancho Villa say, seeing the great Fargo cavorting on a screen? Or Teddy Roosevelt, who had led the Rough Riders in which Fargo had served in Cuba? No, thanks. If the world ever gets to a place where it quiets down and I have to settle for make-believe, maybe I’ll come back. But for right now, Mr. Ince, I’ll take my money and go.
Go where?
Well, I was headed down to Mexico again when I stopped over here. The Revolution’s still going on, and there’s always money to be made in a revolution.
He unbuttoned the flannel shirt and handed it to the pretty wardrobe mistress. He was aware of her admiring eyes ranging over the tanned, muscular torso, scarred by old wounds. Then he slipped on his own neat, white shirt and tied his necktie. He unbuckled the chaps, passed them to her, and handed her the gun belt with the heavy, holstered Colt. Ince was talking to him the whole time.
Listen, Fargo! This is a chance that only comes to a man once in a lifetime. I picked you up off the street because that mean face had its impact on me, I wanted to get it on film! And it’ll have its impact on others. That face can be your fortune. If you just—
No,
Fargo said. Then he took from where it hung on the back of a canvas chair a shoulder harness and holster containing a .38 Colt revolver of the sort the Army had issued before adopting the .45 automatic. Fargo strapped on the holster, checked the loads in the gun. It was not loaded with blanks.
Ince stared at him. Why do you carry that thing with you all the time? Hell, man, this is Hollywood, California, not the Mexican border.
Fargo reholstered the gun deftly with his left hand. He was ambidextrous and could use either hand with equal facility. A man in my business makes enemies. He never knows when or where he’ll bump into ’em.
Ince’s lip curled. I think you’re just trying to impress us. Look Fargo, we’ll talk real turkey. A hundred and fifty a week for the next picture and—
Roy Hughes came up then. Let him alone, Tom.
Ince turned, eyes narrowing in his florid face. But—
Don’t you see?
Hughes tipped back the big sombrero. He’s not like the rest of us. We’re phonies, and phony things don’t satisfy him.
There was envy in his expressive eyes. If I was man enough, I’d trade places with him in a minute.
Fargo’s thin lips curled. You’re a good enough man, Roy. You’re really fast with those Colts and you ride all right. No call to low-rate yourself.
All the same, I wish—
Fargo took the cigar from his mouth. Don’t. It ain’t that much fun. It’s more like being a drunkard than anything else. You get to where you can’t live without it—the action all the time. You get to where you got to have it like a rummy needs his liquor. And in the long run, all it buys you is a grave in a dry-wash somewhere or a volley from a firing squad. You’re better off as you are.
He clapped Hughes on the shoulder. Now, while Mr. Ince is writing my check, you and I’ll practice the double roll. It’s like fanning; nobody in his right mind ought to try it, but it’ll look good on film.
Standing in the bright, hot sunlight of Southern California, Fargo watched the actor practice the double roll over and over and wondered, with wry amusement, why he had turned down Ince’s offer. There was big money to be made here, if you hit as an actor; and the women—God knows, the women! They were everywhere; the ones Fargo had met so far, the actresses, made the tarts in a Mexican border town look like Sunday School teachers. Just thinking about them weakened his resolve.
But, no, he thought, watching Roy Hughes fumble the guns, I’ve had enough. I’m already getting jumpy, edgy. Next thing you know, I’ll be like old Tom Mix. He used to be a pretty good fighting man, too, but look at him now—struttin’ around here in those fancy clothes a real cowboy wouldn’t be caught dead in and wondering how he got himself into this mess. I could see it in his eyes when we got drunk together the other night and started talking about Cuba. No. No, I don’t want to end up like that. Like a sheep in a pen.
He had, he supposed, been a fighting man too long to change. The Rough Riders; half a dozen revolutions in Mexico and Central America ... fighting was his trade and he was too old to give it up now. He tilted back his old Army campaign hat, broad brimmed, that had seen a lot of hard service. Then he brought his attention back to Hughes. Look, Roy, let me show you one more time.
He was reaching for the actor’s Colts when he heard the drum of hoof beats on the dusty street behind him. Then he turned and saw the woman.
On a pinto pony, she galloped toward them down what could have been the main street of a frontier town but was really only a movie set. She rode well, sitting straight in the saddle, long chestnut hair bound in a club behind her head, the wind plastering her silk blouse against full, round breasts that bounced with the rhythm of the pony’s gait. As she drew closer, Fargo could see her face, and he sucked in a quick breath. He’d been around Los