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- Herausgeber: Robert Hale Fiction
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Danny Spence plans to stay in Gila Creek for only one night, but then he gets mistaken for a snake named Zeke Tolan, and from then on it is just one damn thing after another. He falls foul of the evil Ma Cole, gets himself on the wrong side of the vicious Hernando Ortiz and his sadistic bodyguard Bracho - and somehow this is all wrapped up with a train full of money that's rolling south of the border, right into the middle of the Mexican revolution.
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Money Train
Danny Spence plans to stay in Gila Creek for only one night, but then he gets mistaken for a snake named Zeke Tolan, and from then on it is just one damn thing after another.
He falls foul of the evil Ma Cole, gets himself on the wrong side of the vicious Hernando Ortiz and his sadistic bodyguard Bracho – and somehow this is all wrapped up with a train full of money that's rolling south of the border, right into the middle of the Mexican revolution.
By the same author
South to Sonora
Tanner’s Revenge
Money Train
Michael Stewart
ROBERT HALE
© Michael Stewart 2019
First published in Great Britain 2019
ISBN 978-0-7198-2898-0
The Crowood Press
The Stable Block
Crowood Lane
Ramsbury
Marlborough
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Robert Hale is an imprint of The Crowood Press
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For Sarah
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Finale
CHAPTER ONE
When Danny Spence rode into town that hot Arizona afternoon, he didn’t expect to stay long. He was just passing through on the way to the ocean.
He’d spent almost his whole life in Texas, but he’d read about the ocean since he was a kid, and had a hankering to see it. So now, with a few dollars in his pocket after his last cattle drive, he was heading west to California.
Spence’s plan was, he’d spend a night or two here in Gila Creek, rest his horse, rest his bones, maybe even get himself a bath, then move on.
He didn’t notice the man outside the Pot O’Gold saloon looking at him funny.
Nor did he notice the two women outside the general store looking at him funny.
Nor did he notice the kid outside the rooming house looking at him funny, then run and fetch the sheriff.
Spence found the livery stable and said to the old man who ran the place, ‘I’m planning to stay in town a day or two. You got room for my horse?’
The man was way past sixty, thin as a rail and with a bushy grey beard. He stared at Spence, his mouth hanging open.
Spence reckoned the man might be a little deaf, so he said it again.
The man swallowed a couple of times, his eyes wide, and said, ‘Sure. Sure we have. I – I got room.’
Spence had met fellows before who stammered, and he’d met men who went through life so scared they were frightened of their own shadows, so he didn’t think anything of it, he just handed the man the reins of his horse and said, ‘How much?’
The man stammered some more and told him how much it would be, so Spence got the roll of money from his pocket and paid the man in advance.
The man stared at the roll of money. Then he stared at the banknote Spence was holding out to him, like he was scared to take it. A dribble of sweat trickled down his forehead, past his eye, and disappeared into his beard.
Mighty peculiar, thought Spence. He’d never seen anybody so reluctant to take money.
‘Are you all right?’ asked Spence.
The man swallowed again, then his hand darted out like a rattlesnake and grabbed the banknote.
Spence nodded, said, ‘Nice doing business with you,’ took his saddle-bags and strolled over to the rooming house.
There was a group of people gathered outside the general store. The two women who’d been looking at him funny as he’d rode by had been joined by two other women, and a man who’d been buying supplies in there, and by the owner of the store. All six of them saw Spence as he emerged from the livery stable, and quickly looked away. As he walked past he saw one of the woman sneak a peek at him, so he tipped his hat and said, ‘Good day, Ma’am,’ and she looked away again, like he’d said something dirty. The rest of the group were either staring at their feet, or had found something interesting to look at in the distance, and all of their mouths were set in grim little lines.
Spence shrugged and carried on to the rooming house.
The woman behind the desk was a little over twenty, Spence guessed, in a cotton print dress and with her blonde hair piled up on top of her head.
‘I’d like a room,’ he told her, taking off his hat.
She didn’t stare at him or stammer or anything, just smiled and said, ‘Sure,’ and plucked a key off the row of hooks behind her.
After he’d handed over another of one of his hard-earned banknotes he said, ‘You get many strangers here in Gila Creek?’
‘All the time,’ she said. ‘Why? You looking for somebody?’
‘It ain’t that,’ Spence said. ‘It’s just that when I was in the livery stable just now, the old fellow in there acted like he was plumb scared of me. Didn’t even want to take my money.’
She laughed. ‘That’s just old Pete. I shouldn’t pay any mind to him. He’s good with horses, but around people he’s just about the jumpiest critter this side of El Paso.’
‘That ain’t all, though. A bunch of folks outside the general store were watching me as I left the livery stable. They pretended they weren’t, but they were, and when I said good day to one of ’em, she looked like I’d cussed at her. It all seems mighty strange.’
She laughed again. But then she looked past him, out of the window, and she stopped laughing.
‘What is it?’ Spence asked. But she didn’t reply, she just carried on looking out of the window, a frown creasing her forehead.
Spence turned his head to see what she was looking at. There was a crowd of people on the opposite side of the street, all looking over at the rooming house.
The woman tore her eyes away from the window and looked at Spence again. Only now, instead of looking at him like he was a regular human being like she’d done before, she was looking at him like he was one part coyote, three parts rattlesnake.
Another thought occurred to him. ‘This one of those towns where you’re supposed to hand your gun over to the sheriff the moment you set foot in town? I looked for a sign, but I didn’t see one.’
She shook her head. She said, ‘No, it ain’t one of those towns.’
‘Then what. . . ?’
The door burst open and a large man with a tin badge pinned to his chest filled the doorway. He had a jaw like a locomotive’s cow catcher, and a nose that had spent its whole life getting pummelled. He also had a rifle in his hands, and he was pointing it at Spence.
‘You got a nerve, I’ll give you that,’ said the sheriff.
Spence said, ‘Now Sheriff, I don’t rightly know what’s going on here, or if I’ve broken some law I didn’t know about, but all I want is to. . . .’
He didn’t get to finish what he was going to say because the sheriff chose that moment to swipe him across the head with the butt of his rifle, and everything went black awhile.
Spence woke up with a pain across one side of his face like he’d been branded with a hot iron. He was lying on a wooden bench inside a cell. He hauled himself off the bench and tried to stand, but the ground shifted beneath his feet and he felt sick, so he sat down on the edge of the bench and stared at the floor till his stomach settled.
A door opened and the sheriff appeared on the other side of the bars.
‘So you’ve woken up, you sonofabitch,’ said the lawman. ‘That’s good. I wanted to let you know, you’ve got one more week left to live. Judge Cruickshank will arrive in town, and he wants to see you hang as much as everybody else does. One of the folk you killed was his cousin’s girl, Martha. Sixteen years old, prettiest thing I ever saw. We’ll give you a fair trial, then we’ll hang you real slow.’
Spence looked at the sheriff. ‘I didn’t kill anybody,’ he said. ‘You got the wrong man.’
‘I got the right man, all right. I saw you myself, when your bandanna fell away from your face. Remember that? Half the town saw you. You got some nerve, coming back here. A haircut and a change of clothes don’t make a damn difference. Why’d you come here? To laugh at us? It’s only been three months. You think we’re all so dumb we wouldn’t know it was you?’
Spence said, ‘My name’s Daniel Spence. Three months ago I was herding cattle in Texas for a man named Buchanan. He owns the Lazy Q, outside of Amarillo. Get word to him, he’ll . . .’
The sheriff was holding a bunch of keys on an iron ring. He unlocked the cell door, swung it open and stepped inside.
Spence was in no condition to defend himself. The sheriff hit him with a punch so hard it lifted him clear off the bench.
Spence crashed against the wall and sank to the floor.
‘Don’t rile me, boy,’ said the sheriff. ‘Or you’ll spend your last week on Earth with a broken jaw. You’re Zeke Tolan. You’re a murderer and a horse thief, and I’m gonna put the noose around your neck myself.’
