Nightriders Of The Double Spur
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If the Triple B ranch is rustling cattle from the Double Spur, then why is the Triple B the only one losing Cattle? It makes no sense to Tom Grigsby, but the owner of the Double Spur is honest. Grigsby should know; the man raised him. On the other hand, the Double Spur has all new ranch hands and no one appears to know why they are riding the range at night. Dugan is convinced that his ranch hands are all loyal. His daughter isn’t so sure.
Grigsby was invited by Dugan to investigate the situation and he figures he owes Dugan something. He’s ready to stop running all over the country solving problems for everyone else, but this is personal...maybe too personal. People are seeing him only as a hired gun and he wants to leave a better legacy than that.
Grigsby sets out one last time to find out who is rustling cattle and why. It isn’t what he wants to do, but it’s what he does best. If he’s going to get any cooperation, he’ll have to contribute a little information about why he qualifies for the job. That might put him in more danger, but he has a plan. He has a hunch who is doing the rustling, but he’ll have to scour the valley to prove it.
L. L. Rigsbee
L. L. Rigsbee has been writing westerns since 1996. Born in Wichita, Kansas, Rigsbee later spent six years in the Arizona desert. An avid reader of Louis L’Amour, not surprisingly, some of his style spills into Rigsbee’s westerns. Rigsbee writes flash fiction, short stories, novellas and novels with the same attention to detail.
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Nightriders Of The Double Spur - L. L. Rigsbee
Nightriders Of The Double Spur
L. L. Rigsbee
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CHAPTER 1
Tom Grigsby urged his horse into the dark shadows of the cottonwoods along the creek bank. Cattle lowed restlessly as dark figures ushered them through the moonlit valley that flanked the creek. Honest men didn't usually move cattle at night. Nothing he had been told about this part of the New Mexico Territory encouraged his trust.
The mustang tensed between his knees. They had experienced more than their share of moments like this, and there were bound to be more in the future. It was something he had accepted years ago. Yet the wild beauty of those high meadows he had crossed lately had awakened a restlessness he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. It was a feeling that trapped a clambering heart. Behind that restlessness was a desire to set down roots - build a ranch and maybe raise some kids. Utterly ridiculous. Here he was, loping down the trail to 30. His weather worn features were something no woman ever gave a second glance - maybe a long scrutinizing first look. His tall lean frame could consume more vittles than any woman wanted to bother cooking. Combine all that with feet that spent most of their time in run down boots treading over endless miles of uncivilized territory. No, he was born a bachelor and there wasn't any point considering anything else.
The cattle had drifted on and the dark forms that herded them were all facing away from him now. Still, he waited. He wasn't in any hurry. Patience had brought him this far in life. There could be a straggler, or....
A match flashed less than thirty feet away and hands cupped the flame, guiding it to a cigar. The face was rugged, with a long hooked nose and thin lips. An angry red scar slashed its way across the dark features from the right side of the man's upper lip to the tip of one prominent cheekbone; a face that wouldn't be hard to remember, but was the man with the herd?
The man inhaled and shook out the match. The glowing end of his cigar was visible for a few seconds before it abruptly disappeared. Leather creaked and the click of harness metal announced that the man was moving away.
Grigsby slowly let out his breath. He waited a few more minutes before nudging the mustang into motion. He walked the horse through the soft grass, hugging the deep shadows along the creek bank. Normally he didn't travel at night, but darkness had found him only a couple of hours out of Clay Creek. He was getting tired of beans and bacon and the hard ground wasn't doing his back any good, either.
Gettin' too old to be traipsin' around like this all the time,
he muttered to himself. The mustang tossed his head, as if in agreement.
After another thirty minutes or so, he spotted the lights of town. He angled the mustang away from the creek and found the road, following it into Clay Creek. Most of the town lay quiet, with supper sounds and smells issuing an empty invitation. A small dog sniffed at the mustang's feet and growled hesitantly. It broke into a throaty bark only after left behind.
Grigsby drew up at the hitch rail under a black and yellow sign that read, Turner's Bar and Chuck
. He swung down and gave the reins a few turns around the hitch rail as he surveyed the tiny town. A general store, a hotel and a few other buildings - a few alleys where a body could lay an ambush, but nobody was expecting him here. He stepped up to the boardwalk and lifted the pistol from its holster, letting it fall back freely before he stopped at the batwing doors. There he stood for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the lamp light inside.
Two men were seated at a table, playing cards. Neither wore a gun. A third man stood at the bar. That man drew Grigsby's close attention. He was a tall man with the look of a dandy, but the gun he wore low on one hip suggested he might be something else. The man lounged casually against the bar, his back to the wall, facing the only entrance. He held his drink with his right hand, and when Grigsby pushed through the doors, cold gray eyes belied the smile that failed to warm the dandy's rugged features.
The dandy canted his head in Grigsby's direction and spoke over his shoulder to the bartender.
Looks like you've got another customer, Turner.
Turner slid a shot glass down the bar to Grigsby. His round face molded into a friendly smile. What'll it be, sir?
Grigsby returned the smile. My bellybutton is stuck to my backbone.
He jabbed a thumb at the door. Sign out there says you serve grub.
Turner nodded, a twinkle in his eyes. Steak and taters, or taters and steak. What's your pleasure?
Grigsby gave the question due consideration and replied instantly. Make it steak and tatters.
He tossed a coin on the counter, And a beer.
The two men at the table glanced up as Grigsby crossed the room.
Wanna play a hand with us?
The skinny one asked, one gray brow arching.
The fat one eyed Grigsby's threadbare clothes doubtfully, but the invitation was in his somber gaze.
Grigsby shook his head. Never played anything but solitaire. Wasn't any good at that.
He pulled out a chair and sat at a table against the wall. Tilting the chair back on two legs, he surveyed the room while he waited on his food. The position gave him unrestricted access to his gun.
There was only one back door - plus the entrance to the kitchen.