back the hammer. Brain Eater had other ideas; she dropped onto all fours and hurtled down the shelf toward him.
Fargo did the only thing he could. Hauling on the reins, he fled. He used his spurs and the Ovaro was at a gallop in a few bounds. He ducked to avoid having his head taken off by a low limb, shifted to keep from being swept from the saddle by another.
Fargo didnât need to look back to know the grizzly was hard after them. The wheezing bellows of its breaths were proof enough. He looked anyway.
Brain Eater was swift of paw. Grizzlies always seemed ponderous until they exploded into motion. Over short distances they were faster than a horse but they lacked stamina. If he could keep ahead of it for half a mile or so, it would likely tire and give up the chase.
That half a mile soon felt like ten.
Fargo burst out of the trees and across a grassy tract. The Ovaro increased its speedâbut so did the grizzly. It was only a dozen feet behind them, its muscles rippling under its hairy hide, its paws striking the ground in sledgehammer cadence. He shuddered to think of the consequences should the stallion go down. The bear would be on them in a heartbeat, and he would be ripped to pieces before he got off a shot.
Fargo wished he could shove the Sharps into the saddle scabbard so heâd have both hands free for riding. He was half tempted to twist in the saddle and fire but common sense checked the impulse. To hit a moving target from a galloping horse was more luck than anything. Even if he hit it he might not kill it, and wounded grizzlies were fiercely vengeful.
Woods loomed. Not daring to slow, Fargo plunged into them. Spruce were all around him. Limbs whipped past his face and snatched at his buckskins. His cheek stung and his shoulder was jarred. Then the trees thinned and Fargo was in the open again. But not for long. A belt of aspens spread before him.
Fargo steeled himself. Aspens grew close together. So close, threading a horse through them was a challenge. Heâd have to constantly shift and turn, and ride slower. The only consolation, if it could be called that, was that the grizzly would have to go slower, too.
Another moment and Fargo was in among the pale boles and trembling leaves. Tightening his hold on the Sharps, he reined right, left, right again. Behind him the grizzly snarled, sounding terribly near. Fargo risked a glance and his blood became ice in his veins.
Brain Eater was almost on top of them, her slavering maw gaping wide to bite. Another instant, and the bear would sink her fangs into the Ovaroâs leg.
Fargo reined sharply aside. The grizzly, intent on the stallion, snapped and missedâand slammed into a tree with so much force that the slender bole shattered. Brain Eater pitched headlong. Roaring in baffled rage, she heaved onto all fours and resumed the chase.
Fargo had gained about twenty yards. It wasnât much but if he could maintain the lead over the next few minutes, he could elude her. Bending low, he was finally able to shove the Sharps into the scabbard.
Brain Eater was a tornado in fur. Fueled by the fury of her fall, she came on more swiftly than ever.
Fargo broke out of the aspens. Below spread a rocky slope with scattered scrub brush. The peal of the stallionâs hooves on the rock was like the ring of a blacksmithâs hammer on an anvil.
A band of talus edged the bottom. Only eight feet across it was nonetheless a peril. Talus was as treacherous for a horse as ice was for a person.
Fargo couldnât go around. Heâd have to try to cross and hope for the best. He angled toward where the talus appeared to be narrowest and was almost across when rocks cascaded from under the stallionâs rear legs and they buckled. Fargo expected to crash down but the Ovaro recovered and galloped into more woods.
Grizzlies had a justly deserved reputation for being tenacious. Brain Eater was a living example. She crashed through everything in her
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