Dalton for Hire: The Dalton Series, #2
By Ed Law
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When Dalton holed up in Yellow Creek he tried to put his past behind him. But for a wanted man there can be no peace and he soon finds himself as wealthy Raphael Huffman's hired gun. Now, with a carpetbag bulging with money to guard in a town bristling with gunslingers, it isn't long before somebody risks Dalton's ever-ready gun.
But Dalton didn't expect the money to be stolen from right under his nose and, even worse, for the prime suspect to be his good friend Ryan Foxglove. Despite the numerous killers standing in his way, Dalton must track down the missing money to prove Ryan's innocence – and stay out of jail.
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Dalton for Hire - Ed Law
Chapter One
Deputy Vaughn was closing. Twenty yards on from the relentless lawman, Dalton spurred his horse, but his straining mount was already galloping as fast as it could. Hoofs pounded as Vaughn drew in directly behind Dalton, who hunched forward and, with a shake of the reins, tried to drag one last burst of speed from his horse.
A tightness ripped around his arms and waist. Vaughn had lassoed him. In desperation, he released the reins to grab the rope and tugged, but Vaughn pulled it even tighter as he swung around to flank Dalton.
Give up, Dalton, or I’ll rip you in two,
Vaughn said.
For another fifty yards, Dalton rode on. Then he took the reins and pulled back. At his side, Vaughn slowed, matching his reducing speed until they’d both halted. When Vaughn nudged his horse to the side to approach him, Dalton swung around in the saddle.
He took hold of the rope and jerked back, aiming to pull Vaughn from his horse. The two men strained for supremacy, but with the rope feeling as though it was cutting Dalton in two, Vaughn started to drag Dalton from his horse.
With his shoulders braced, he ripped Dalton from the saddle. Dalton somersaulted through the air before slamming into the ground on his back. He rolled twice before coming to a bone-jarring halt on his belly.
He shook himself and then threw both his hands up to grip the rope before him, but Vaughn encouraged his horse to break into a trot and dragged him off the trail. Dalton bounced and ripped over the stony ground.
As they approached a gaunt pile of boulders, Vaughn repeatedly taunted Dalton, but Dalton firmed his jaw, refusing to let Vaughn bait him. So Vaughn pulled back on the reins, and dismounted.
As he walked around to confront him, Dalton staggered to his feet. He stamped his feet, encouraging life back into his battered limbs. Then he struggled, trying to free his bound arms, but Vaughn pulled the trailing rope taut. Dalton shook his shoulders, and then raised his arms at the elbows.
You’ve got no right arresting me, Vaughn,
he said.
You will call me Deputy Vaughn.
Vaughn swaggered forward. Now, drop that gunbelt.
I haven’t got a gun no more.
You might have a hidden knife. So, drop it!
Dalton wafted his arms, feigning an inability to reach his belt. Vaughn snorted and reached out to remove it himself. As his hand touched Dalton’s waist, Dalton jutted his head forward.
Dalton’s forehead slammed into Vaughn’s cheek and while Vaughn staggered back, Dalton kicked Vaughn’s feet from under him and landed him on his back. Then Dalton crunched a kick into Vaughn’s ribs that sent him rolling.
When the rope slipped from Vaughn’s hand, Dalton dragged the coils from his chest and kicked him again. This time Vaughn lifted with the blow and staggered to his feet. He backed away from Dalton, clutching his stomach and then drew his gun.
As he swung the weapon up, Dalton kicked out, the toe of his boot hitting the barrel and knocking it from Vaughn’s grip. Even before the gun had wheeled to the ground, Dalton had cracked an uppercut to Vaughn’s chin that lifted his feet from the ground.
Then he delivered a second pile-driving blow to his cheek which spun him around and slammed him to the dirt. Vaughn slid five feet before coming to a halt. In an instant, Dalton was on him.
He pulled Vaughn’s head up and drew back his fist, ready to slug him the moment he moved, but Vaughn lay supine in his grip. Dalton kneeled, poised, but then acknowledged that his opponent was out cold and pushed Vaughn’s head to the ground.
He felt Vaughn’s neck, confirming that he’d only knocked him unconscious. He nodded to himself and stood over him, rubbing his ribs as he gathered his breath. He located several sore spots, but he figured he’d come through his ordeal relatively unscathed, so he dragged Vaughn to the rocks and into shade.
With a hand to his brow, he searched the landscape for any potential witnesses to this fight. A rider was heading down the trail, but this man was galloping by and not paying any attention to what was happening off the trail.
When the rider had passed, Dalton rummaged through Vaughn’s pockets. The deputy had around two dollars, which he pocketed. Dalton secured Vaughn’s horse and removed the saddle.
With a slap on the rump and much hollering, he spooked it, encouraging it to head off into the plains. The horse still stopped a few hundred yards away. Dalton figured that one day he might have no option other than to kill Vaughn, but for now he hoped he could avoid that.
So to lengthen the time it would take the deputy to resume his pursuit, he tied Vaughn’s hands and feet with the rope. Then he collected his horse and rode to the trail to resume his westward journey.
Behind him was Yellow Creek, ahead was Ogden. For the last forty-two days, Dalton had tried every devious trick he could think of to throw Vaughn off his trail, but this time he settled for putting as much distance as he could between himself and his pursuer.
Ten minutes after reaching the trail, a gunshot blasted behind him. Dalton gritted his teeth. A quarter-mile back a horse was galloping after him. He narrowed his eyes, but the figure was too distant for him to confirm whether it was Vaughn.
Dalton dismissed his puzzlement as to how Vaughn had freed himself and regained his horse so quickly, and concentrated on hard riding. Before long, he approached the rider who had passed him earlier.
Even from 200 yards back, it was clear that this man’s horse was in distress. Its white-coated flanks were straining and the desperate rider was spurring it at every stride, but his efforts weren’t stopping his mount from slowing.
Dalton sized up the rapidly approaching rider behind him. He nodded to himself, accepting that neither man had any connection to Vaughn’s pursuit of him. Even so, a man in his position could take no chances, so when the trail rounded a low hill, he veered off it, taking a rough track to the summit of the hill.
On high, he stopped. The pursuing rider was gaining fast, but just as he passed the point where Dalton had left the trail, the leading horse’s knees buckled, throwing its rider to the ground.
The horse skidded on to its side, and then struggled to rise. After a pitiful tremble of the legs and a thrashing of its head, it stilled. The rider rolled back and shook the horse, but even from the top of the hill, Dalton could tell that it was never getting up again.
The following rider bore down on his quarry and chased him into a tangle of rocks that stood beside a sharp incline down to a dry wash. Content now that he wasn’t pursuing him, Dalton headed over the top of the hill. Ahead, the rough track cut a route down through dense undergrowth and back up another low hill.
That just wasn’t my problem, and I’ve got problems of my own,
Dalton said under his breath.
He headed to lower ground. From behind him, on the other side of the hill, came raised voices. Then a gunshot sounded, followed by more raised voices. Dalton snorted and rode on, but then drew his horse to a halt.
With his eyes closed, he shrugged. Then he turned his horse around and headed back up the hill.
Chapter Two
Take your hands off him,
Dalton said, stepping out from behind the boulder.
One man lay on the ground before him. The other man had dragged this man up by the collar and wrenched back his fist, ready to punch his jaw. To their side, two guns lay on the ground.
The standing man flinched and turned around, releasing his grip to let the other man sprawl on to the ground. He noted Dalton’s clenched fists and his gunbelt.
Scat,
he said. This isn’t your concern.
Dalton raised his fists. I’m making this my concern. Step away, and you’ll get no trouble.
Stay out this,
the standing man said. This is Stirling Kimball and I’m Quentin—
I don’t care what anyone’s name is.
The man on the ground, Stirling, turned