Outlaw Fever: Five Western Stories
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Three men poised on the brink between honesty and crime. A spunky young woman determined to foil claim-jumpers. Christmas Eve among the wolves and the winds. Rebellion by a brother, and betrayal from a friend.
Five short stories of the West and its people.
Elisabeth Grace Foley
Elisabeth Grace Foley has been an insatiable reader and eager history buff ever since she learned to read, has been scribbling stories ever since she learned to write, and now combines those loves in writing historical fiction. She has been nominated for the Western Fictioneers' Peacemaker Award, and her work has appeared online at Rope and Wire and The Western Online. When not reading or writing, she enjoys spending time outdoors, music, crocheting, and watching sports and old movies. She lives in upstate New York with her family. Visit her online at www.elisabethgracefoley.com
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Outlaw Fever - Elisabeth Grace Foley
Revolt
There were five of us in the baggage car. Merrill lay flat on his back on the floor, his eyes closed and his face gray in the dim light from the window, his shirt soaked with blood. Art was jammed down on his heels in the corner, his back to the wall, his hands gripping the barrel of his rifle, spitting things between his teeth not worth repeating. Gene and Jim were at the two end doors, rifles in hand.
My rifle lay on the floor next to me. I was on my knees, desperately trying to stop the blood running slowly but surely from the wound in Merrill’s chest. Some more shots were fired outside—one screamed off the metal fittings of the car, while a couple others cracked and thudded on the wood. I heard the shots, and sure, they weren’t having the best effect on my nerves. But in my head I was twelve years old again, coming home with Merrill who was half my age and had a bloody nose from tumbling out of a tree, and I was getting scolded by Ma for letting him do such a fool thing as climbing it.
That was ten years ago…I thought of the scolding Ma would be giving us now if she’d been alive to know this fool thing we’d done.
It was supposed to be easy—running some unbranded horses across the state line, selling them quick in a place we’d been told about, and splitting the money with the man who’d given us the tip.
It wasn’t really stealing, Merrill had said—more than once, like he was trying to convince himself—since we didn’t know who the horses belonged to or even if they belonged to anybody; we’d just been told where to find them and where to take them. Looking up at us with hopeful eyes, like he was looking for somebody to agree with him. But I think all of us knew better than that, even Merrill. And I think we knew—at least Gene and I did—that if it wasn’t unbranded horses it’d have been something worse. We hadn’t worked in months; our prospects were as dry as the drought-beaten ground we rode over going from one parched county to the next. And Jim had started looking in a calculating way at the bank in each town we passed through. The worst thing about it was, I knew if he had planned something like that, the rest of us would have been in it too. Art was hot-headed and he was too much like Jim to ever go against him—and the hard truth was, neither Gene or me had ever had the nerve to stand up to Jim about anything. And Merrill, being the youngest, always followed wherever the rest of us went.
No. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t all of us; it was me he followed. We’d always been close to each other, closer than any of the others; I was the one he looked up to. For years I’d been used to having him watching me, seeing him glance at me, looking at what I was doing to see how to answer whatever came our way. It had taken me till now, kneeling in a dark baggage car with rifle shots ringing in my ears and my hands smeared with his blood, to realize it: that it was my fault for leading him along in whatever Jim dragged the rest of us into.
Well, it had been unbranded horses—and it hadn’t gone over easy. Someone had found out too soon, and taken out after us, and now we were in an abandoned baggage car on the tracks outside town with ten or more of them outside, and they sure weren’t going to let us fight our way out of there.
I turned around toward Jim. My voice scratched my throat with urgency. Jim, we’ve got to give ourselves up. He’s going to bleed to death.
Shut up and let me think!
snapped Jim over his shoulder. We’re not through yet. And we’re not giving ourselves up. I’ll be darned if I go to jail over a bunch of horses I never even saw the money for.
I looked over