said.
Fargo bunched his stomach muscles and the first few blows didnât hurt as much as before, but he couldnât do it indefinitely. By the seventh or eighth blow, the agony was excruciating. Bitter bile dribbled up his gorge into his mouth.
Rance hit and hit, smirking in vicious delight.
Fargo didnât know how much more he could take when, unexpectedly, Rance stopped and stepped back.
âYour turn, brother,â he said to Grizz. âTime to break some of his bones.â
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Fargo was in serious trouble. Ranceâs blows were bad enough. Grizz was strong enough to not just break bones but burst his organs, besides. Heâd once seen a man who had been beaten so severely, the manâs intestines ruptured.
Grizz grinned as he moved to where Rance had been standing and Rance grasped Fargoâs arm. Grizz held up a fist the size of a ham to Fargoâs nose. âSee this? I can bust boards with this.â
Fargo spat on a walnut-sized knuckle.
Grizz drew his fist back and looked at the spit. âThat wasnât nice.â
âGet to it,â Rance snapped.
Nodding, Grizz cocked his arm. âHow about I start with his ribs?â
âFine. Just so you donât kill him.â
âHere goes,â Grizz said.
Just then three shots rang out,
crack
-
crack
-
crack
, and Grizz clutched at his shoulder and cried, âIâm hit!â
âMe too!â Kyler yelled, clasping his left forearm.
Rance had set down his Sharps to take hold of Fargo, but now he scooped it up and fired off into the trees. âI donât see anybody!â
âIt must be the redskins!â Kyler bawled.
Two more shots sounded, and Fargo heard the buzz of lead.
âIâm hit again!â Grizz bellowed, pressing a hand to his thigh.
âRun!â Rance hollered.
And they did, racing to their horses and scrambling onto their saddles. Grizz nearly fell off but managed, and as more shots cracked, they wheeled and jabbed their heels and fled. Several more shots were fired after them as if for good measure.
Then the woods fell quiet.
Fargo waited with half-bated breath. He, too, figured it must be the Blackfeet, although why they had contented themselves with shooting when they could have snuck up and taken the Hollisters captive was a mystery.
Figures appeared, three of them, sauntering toward him with smiles on their freckled faces and their red hair dappled by sunlight.
âIâll be damned,â Fargo said.
âWell, look at you,â Solomon Johnson said. âTrussed up and helpless.â
âPlumb pitiful,â Seth said.
âScouts ainât much, are they?â little Jared said.
âHe got caught easy enough,â Sol said.
âPlumb pitiful,â Seth said a second time.
âAnd he never once caught on we were followinâ him,â Jared said.
âPlumb pitiful,â Seth said a third time.
Fargo had recovered from his initial surprise and growled, âAre you done insulting me?â
âBe nice,â Sol said. âWe just saved your bacon.â
âCanât let you die,â Seth said.
âWe think youâre the one who will do it,â Jared threw in.
âCut me down,â Fargo said. âMy toothpick is on the ground there next to my Colt.â
âDonât need it. We carry our own blades.â Sol handed his squirrel rifle to Seth, slid his right hand up his left sleeve and drew out a double-edged dagger.
âIâll be damned,â Fargo said. âYou boys donât miss a trick.â
âThe way we live, we canât afford to,â Sol said, stepping to the tree.
âWhatâs that mean?â
Instead of answering, Sol pressed his dagger to the rope and slashed. That was all it took.
Fargo tensed his shoulders and shifted so they took the brunt and not his neck and head. He lay there a few moments, collecting himself, the pain in his gut still bad enough to make
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