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    Benedict and Brazos 06: Cry Riot!
    Benedict and Brazos 06: Cry Riot!
    Benedict and Brazos 06: Cry Riot!
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    Benedict and Brazos 06: Cry Riot!

    By E. Jefferson Clay

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    Spargo was a mining town ... but there hadn’t been any mining there for a while. The mines were in a dangerous condition, and their owner, Foley Kingston, refused to make improvements. So the miners—those who’d survived the numerous cave-ins and accidents—went on strike, and Kingston called on his old friend, Duke Benedict, to help him break it. Benedict’s partner, big Hank Brazos, immediately sided with the miners. And even though Benedict knew Kingston was at fault, he had to stand by him. Back in the War, Kingston had saved his life, so he owed the man. But there were darker forces at work in Spargo—from Kingston’s cheating wife Rhea to saloon owner Ace Beauford, who wanted to run the entire outfit all by himself. And then there was a man-mountain named Paddy Clancy, who figured to double-cross all of them!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPiccadilly
    Release dateMar 19, 2020
    ISBN9780463057285
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      Benedict and Brazos 06 - E. Jefferson Clay

      The Home of Great Western Fiction!

      Spargo was a mining town … but there hadn’t been any mining there for a while. The mines were in a dangerous condition, and their owner, Foley Kingston, refused to make improvements. So the miners—those who’d survived the numerous cave-ins and accidents—went on strike, and Kingston called on his old friend, Duke Benedict, to help him break it.

      Benedict’s partner, big Hank Brazos, immediately sided with the miners. And even though Benedict knew Kingston was at fault, he had to stand by him. Back in the War, Kingston had saved his life, so he owed the man.

      But there were darker forces at work in Spargo—from Kingston’s cheating wife Rhea to saloon owner Ace Beauford, who wanted to run the entire outfit all by himself. And then there was a man-mountain named Paddy Clancy, who figured to double-cross all of them!

      BENEDICT AND BRAZOS: CRY RIOT!

      By E. Jefferson Clay

      First published by Cleveland Publishing Co. Pty Ltd, New South Wales, Australia

      © 2020 by Piccadilly Publishing

      First Digital Edition: March 2020

      Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

      This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book

      Series Editor: Ben Bridges

      Text © Piccadilly Publishing

      Chapter One – Ambush in the Sun

      Murphy eased the Winchester forward as the three riders came into sight below. He grimaced as the sun caught fire along the barrel. Taking an experimental sighting, he framed the head of the middle horse in the cleft of the back sight and gently raised the front sight up into the notch. The blade danced as he looked over it at the rider’s face. He saw a tall, dandyish looking hombre on a flashy black horse. Not him, he decided; he didn’t look like a big-time man-killer.

      The gunsights swung to the rider on the right—a giant on an appaloosa that had an ugly hound trotting in its shade. Not him, either; he looked more like a lumberjack than a fast gun.

      That left the man on the roan.

      Murphy grunted as the third horseman came up in his sights. He was small and slender and he wore his gun low; that had to be him. Murphy felt a weakening run through him and he tensed his body against it as though he was clenching a fist. Slowly, very slowly, he lowered the gunsights to the black shirtfront and waited for his target to draw into sure range, then he frowned in surprise as an incongruous sound on that day of heat and dust and imminent death drifted up to him.

      It was the sound of music.

      Big Hank Brazos had been playing his mouth organ out of key for the past ten miles and now he seemed set to sing out of key for the next ten:

      "Oh, he’s a foul-mouthed mule-skinner man,

      And he rides with the Ku Klux Klan,

      He lives good on fatback, buzzard pie and grits,

      Shoots lawmen for fun and throws conniption fits."

      Duke Benedict’s nose wrinkled with disgust. Let me guess—that’s your own composition?

      Well, I’ll be dogged, but you’re right, Yank. Brazos grinned, his blue eyes wide in his craggy, sun-bronzed face. How the Sam Hill did you come to guess?

      Just a wild stab in the dark, the tall and handsome Benedict replied with weary sarcasm. Benedict, who saw himself as a shining example of breeding and refinement, was fully feeling the burden of riding for too long in the company of this overgrown, illiterate Texas brush-popper who played lousy harmonica and composed lousier songs.

      Brazos, not quite as innocent as he liked to appear sometimes, winked slyly across at the cowboy who’d joined them at Hondo for the ride up to Spargo. Then he said, You like my little song, then, Duke?

      The rider in the broadcloth suit and bed-of-flowers vest didn’t answer. Benedict knew Brazos and all his tricks. When a trail got long, hot and boring, the big Texan liked nothing better than to try to rile a man. It was his strange way of making the time pass quicker.

      You must be tuckered from the heat, I guess. Brazos smiled at Chad Bowers. Reckon another verse might cheer him some, Chad?

      Bowers grinned. This hard-faced but easy-going cowboy was still intrigued by his chance trail companions after several hours in their company. The tall gambling man and his massive partner with the purple shirt were hardly the normal run of travelers a man was likely to meet up with in Nevada. And their off-beat appearance was matched by their behavior. Over the long, hot miles, Bowers found himself as fascinated by Duke Benedict’s educated dialogue and gentlemanly manners as by Hank Brazos’ wild stories and good spirits. He found Brazos’ music plenty entertaining; but, sensing Benedict’s mounting irritation, elected to leave it up to Brazos to decide if he should sing some more.

      Brazos decided he should and filled his lungs:

      "Oh, he lives in a house on the hill,

      And he’s got him a squaw named Cripple Creek Jill.

      She’s happy and greasy and eats vittles for four,

      Weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on the floor."

      Echoes of Brazos’ last notes bouncing from the high ridge before them, were suddenly engulfed by the brutal crash of a rifle. Benedict and Brazos saw a puff of smoke atop the ridge, then swung in their saddles as Bowers slid to the ground, his Stetson rolling like a cartwheel down the slope.

      Reacting with the blinding speed of a man who had often been a target, Hank Brazos ripped his Winchester from its scabbard with a curse—but he wasn’t nearly as quick as Benedict whose twin Peacemakers cut loose at the drygulcher’s position in a rolling roar.

      Atop the ridge, Murphy clawed dirt frantically as the rider he’d picked as a tinhorn in a fancy vest worked his guns with lightning speed. Snarling lead hornets whined all about him, powdering rock crowns and tearing at the earth.

      He’d shot the wrong man. This realization hit Murphy like a kick in the stomach as the Peacemakers continued to belch lead. Only a gunslinger could work guns like that. Damnit, couldn’t he do anything right? Then he cursed aloud as a rock fragment split his cheek and suddenly he was frightened. It was time to get to hell and away.

      But haste and fear made him careless. As he twisted away from the low, rocky balustrade where he’d waited three hours for his man to show up, he humped his back an inch too high—and Benedict put a slug through his shoulder blade. Murphy, jerked half-erect by the slamming impact of the bullet, screamed in agony. Then the Winchester in Hank Brazos’ big hands spewed flame and something went through Murphy’s body like a rod of fire.

      The ambusher dropped the rifle from nerveless hands and turned slowly on putty legs, his arms crossed over his body as if to stop the lead. But slugs kept coming, spinning him around and sending him over the balustrade. He hit the downslope on his head and went end over end all the way down to the trail.

      Slowly the gunsmoke drifted away, mingling with the dust the dry-gulcher had raised on his quick trip down. The rumbling echoes of the guns faded and suddenly the day was emptied of sound.

      Hot guns still held at the ready, Hank Brazos and Duke Benedict exchanged grim-faced glances. Veterans of the War Between the States and now saddle-partners in the hunt for one of the deadliest desperadoes ever to steal two hundred thousand dollars in gold bullion, they were no strangers to danger or violent death. Even so, they were shaken by this sudden eruption of violence that had snuffed out two lives in a handful of seconds on a quiet Nevada afternoon.

      You had better check him out, Benedict said finally, inclining his head up-trail. I’ll cover you in case there are any more of the breed skulking about.

      Brazos grunted, heeled his appaloosa up to the dead ambusher and swung down.

      The dead man was short and red-headed. His ugly face was pocked with the scars of severe acne. His rig was denim, and the old .45 handgun in his belt was rusty. He carried only five dollars on him. Despite his ugliness, he didn’t look like a dry-gulcher to Brazos.

      Frowning, Brazos climbed the ridge with his dog, Bullpup, to make double-sure the man was alone. He found the ambusher’s horse cached in the trees and rode the animal back down to the trail, where Benedict was just finishing going through the things he’d taken from Bowers’ pockets.

      Eleven dollars and a letter from his mother in California, Benedict said bitterly as he came erect. Who the devil would want to kill a man like that? Why?

      Brazos shook his big head. The whole thing seemed pointless, crazy. If he or Benedict had been shot at he would have understood it, what with the enemies they had. But Bowers was just an out-of-work cowpoke, heading up Spargo way hunting work.

      He sighed and told Benedict about the dry-gulcher. Benedict went along to inspect the corpse while Brazos loaded Bowers’ body onto his horse and lashed it in place. Leading Bowers’ mount, his own appaloosa and the ambusher’s sorrel, he then went up the trail to Benedict who was lighting a cigar and frowning down at the ambusher’s corpse.

      What do you make of him, Yank? Brazos asked.

      Benedict shook his head. "Puzzling, Reb. He doesn’t appear like the gunman breed. He looks more like

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