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    Wanted: Dead or Alive
    Wanted: Dead or Alive
    Wanted: Dead or Alive
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    Wanted: Dead or Alive

    By Ralph Hayes

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    A year after being saved from kidnapping, Dulcie Provost is waiting for the return of her rescuer, bounty hunter Certainty Sumner. But first Sumner has to carry out one more mission - tracking down the sadistic outlaw known as the Lakota Kid. But unbeknown to Sumner, he himself is also the quarry of an equally ruthless bounty hunter, Luther Bastian. The father of a gang member Sumner killed while rescuing Dulcie wants vengeance and has duped Bastian into believing that Sumner has turned outlaw. Can Sumner possibly survive being hunted down by a bounty hunter as skilled and determined as himself?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert Hale Fiction
    Release dateMar 1, 2019
    ISBN9780719829093
    Wanted: Dead or Alive
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    Ralph Hayes

    Ralph Hayes is the author of eight Black Horse Westerns. He lives in Wyoming.

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      Wanted - Ralph Hayes

      CHAPTER ONE

      Amos Latham was not a forgiving man.

      It had been reported to him a few months ago that his only son Duke had been cowardly murdered in the Indian Territory by a back-shooting bounty hunter named Certainty Sumner. Apparently a rancher’s daughter had run off with Duke to marry him, but her father Maynard Provost had illegally hired Sumner to find the couple, dispose of Duke if necessary, and bring the runaway girl home. Sumner had ambushed Duke and the girl in a lonely place, caught Duke off guard, and murdered him for the bounty Provost paid him.

      That story had been boiling inside Amos’ head like acid in a closed container for almost half a year now, and he had resolved to answer his son’s killing, even though he and Duke had been estranged for years and he knew very little about his recent life. But Amos was Duke’s only surviving relative, and as such he was determined to defend the family name. On that brisk spring morning in April he was addressing the problem with an ex-foreman who had worked for him before Amos’ retirement from his hide company. The two men sat together in the plush comfort of the well-appointed book room of Amos’ sprawling Victorian home outside Missoula, Montana.

      ‘I’ve asked about Sumner all over this area,’ the foreman Guthrie was telling Amos. He was a brawny, tough-looking man in his fifties, about a decade younger than Amos, and had a deeply lined, weathered face. ‘Nobody knows where he’s operating nowadays. He’s an elusive man to keep track of. The local sheriff says he ranges far and wide for the targets of his guns. Lawmen keep away from him. He’s very dangerous.’

      ‘What’s this with a name of Certainty? I never heard that one before.’

      ‘His real name is Wesley. He got the nickname because he’s never failed to find and kill the man he goes after. The Wanted dodger has to say Dead or Alive, but he’s never brought a man in alive.’

      Amos, sitting in an overstuffed chair near Guthrie, sat forward and stared at the floor for a long moment. ‘I can’t imagine that Duke had a Wanted dodger on him. He was a little wild, but he steered clear of the law.’

      ‘Provost put the bounty on Duke’s head,’ Guthrie reminded him. ‘Nobody knows how much it was. I understand the girl – her name is Dulcie – is back on the ranch.’

      Amos let a long breath out. ‘It was his daughter. When he hired that yellow-belly Sumner he probably figured he could get the girl back without gunplay. But this Sumner obviously loves killing. I have no plans to have it out with Provost.’ He looked up at Guthrie grimly. He had silver hair and beard, but a rugged-looking body and a square, unlined face. ‘But this man Sumner has made me hate bounty hunters. I’m going to find him, Guthrie. And I’m going to kill him.’

      Guthrie, reclining on a long sofa across from Amos, made a grunting sound in his throat. ‘You or I wouldn’t have a chance against Sumner, Amos. Even if we tried an ambush. It would be much too dangerous.’

      ‘I have no thought of exposing myself to that killer,’ Amos told him. ‘I want to find us somebody who can do it for me. Somebody that’s as good as Sumner. I’ll pay well for the service. But I want that sonofabitch dead. And if possible, I want him to go slow. To suffer for taking my son’s life.’

      Guthrie blew his cheeks out. ‘Amos, I have to tell you this. I didn’t put any credence in it, but I think you ought to hear it, anyway. It was told me by a drifter over in Omaha. He says he heard the story a different way.’

      Amos frowned. ‘What the hell do you mean?’

      Guthrie took a deep breath. ‘He says that when Duke was working on the Provost ranch for a short time, he got hung up on this Dulcie, but his interest wasn’t returned. Then Duke was fired because he wouldn’t back off trying to win the girl, and a short time later he found her out on the ranch somewhere, and took her with him by force. That’s when Provost hired Sumner to find them, so Sumner was going after an abducted daughter.’ He watched Amos’ face closely. ‘And last of all, that Duke was killed in a fair shoot-out by Sumner, after Sumner had re-taken her.’

      A heavy silence fell into the room like a five-hundred-pound weight hitting the floor between them.

      ‘For God’s sake!’ Amos growled at him.

      ‘Like I said, it was just this drifter’s story. A man I’d never seen before. It’s probably bull-pucky, Amos. But I thought you ought to hear it.’

      Amos’ face slowly hardened. ‘Now you listen to me, Guthrie. You and me got our story from honest sources. People we know. What you heard is goddam hogwash! I know my son was ruthlessly murdered by that killer-for-money. And I won’t rest in my grave, by Jesus, until that piece of scum pays for what he did to my flesh and blood!’

      Guthrie leaned forward, watching Amos’ angry face. He waited a respectful moment, then spoke again. ‘We have to face facts, Amos. This man might be unkillable.’

      Amos’ dark eyes flashed at him. ‘Nobody is unkillable, damn it. I didn’t bring you in on this to tell me we can’t have our vengeance on this man. When we locate him, we can throw a couple sticks of dynamite in where he sleeps. Or hire a gang of men to surround him and blast away together. There are ways.’

      Guthrie shook his head. ‘You couldn’t find anybody stupid enough to gang up on him. They’d have to have clabber for brains. And the other thing just wouldn’t work, Amos, it’s just too iffy.’

      ‘By God, I don’t want to hear what we can’t do!’ Amos fairly yelled at him. ‘I’m not giving up on this! I owe it to Duke. My only son, may he rest in peace. I’ll go try to back-shoot him myself if I have to.’

      ‘That would be suicide, Amos,’ Guthrie told him. ‘You don’t owe it to Duke to throw your own life away.’ He looked past Amos, to a sunny window across the room. The faint odour of musty, unused books came to him from the library on the nearby wall. ‘I do have an idea, though.’

      Amos’ square face turned quizzical. ‘Well, why didn’t you say so? Spit it out.’

      ‘The chance of it working is maybe a mite remote. But it’s all I have.’

      ‘For God’s sake, say it!’ Amos fumed.

      ‘About a month ago, I ran into a fellow that used to work for us at the hide company. Name of Pritchard. He was one of your best riflemen when we went after the buffalo. He sat with me in a local saloon, and got on to the subject of this bounty hunter he met a couple years ago.’

      ‘A bounty hunter?’ Amos exclaimed. ‘Why the hell do I want to hear about another goddam bounty hunter?’

      ‘Just hear me out,’ Guthrie continued patiently. ‘He got to talking about this man named Luther Bastian. Seems this Bastian had pretty much the same reputation as Sumner. Only went after the toughest outlaws. And, like Sumner’s targets, his people never saw the inside of a jail cell.’

      ‘So he was good, this Bastian.’

      ‘None better. Unless it was Sumner. They never met. Bastian dressed all in black, and rode a black stallion. Because of his look, some called him The Preacher. Outlaws feared him. And he had legitimate ties, too. He was a close friend of Captain Brett Mallory of the Texas Rangers. Seems they used to do some lawing together.’

      ‘A lawman? Turned bounty hunter?’

      ‘There was something about a younger brother getting murdered by thieves. And that stuck in his craw. Lawing had too many rules for him, I guess.’

      ‘Well, he don’t sound like no ordinary bounty man. Can we get in touch with this Bastian?’

      ‘That should be no problem. The problem is, he’s not doing that any more.’

      ‘He gave it up?’

      Guthrie nodded. ‘According to your rifleman, a couple of years ago he hung up his guns and bought a small ranch down on the Rio Grande, and got himself married. There’s also a boy. Not his. But he’s settled into a quiet, domestic life now. And that’s why I said the whole idea of getting him interested is doubtful.’

      Amos sat there mulling all of that. Cracking his knuckles. Staring fiercely at a medallion design on the oriental carpet at their feet as if his entire future and its outcome was decipherable there.

      ‘I like it,’ he finally said, looking up at Guthrie. ‘It might be our best chance.

      Guthrie was mildly surprised. ‘It’s a long shot, Amos. You have to understand that. I get the idea Bastian ain’t a man easily persuaded about anything. But there is something in our favour. He’s not doing well on the ranch, and he might be in need of capital to keep it going.’

      ‘I want to ride down there. You and me. Sweet-talk this Bastian and make him an offer that’s hard to turn down.’

      ‘If anybody could find Sumner and do the job, it’s Bastian. It was his business. Going after men that were hard to find and kill.’

      Amos nodded. ‘1 like it more and more. When can you be ready to ride?’

      ‘Just tell me when,’ Guthrie told him.

      Amos rose from his chair, looking physically impressive despite his age.

      ‘My stable boy will have our mounts saddled by dawn. And you sleep here tonight. It will be a long day tomorrow.’

      At that same moment, in a Tulsa saloon in the Indian Territory, and a world away from Montana, Certainty Sumner entered through swinging doors and stood surveying the place. It was late afternoon, and cowboys from nearby ranches and trail drifters had already gathered noisily, red-eyed from drink and gratingly loud in their inebriated exchanges, most with six-shooters hanging ostentatiously from low-slung holsters, riding spurs playing staccato notes to their excursions from mahogany bar to oak tables, gin splashing from held shot glasses.

      The obese bartender and several patrons near the entrance turned to stare at the tall intruder, and there was a diminished noise for a moment in the room. He had an easy, athlete’s stance and a young but impassive face that women found attractive. Long, dark hair showed under a black Stetson. He wore a dark blue corduroy jacket over a dark red vest with a lariat tie at his neck. A thick gunbelt hung on his right hip, heavy with a big Colt .45 Peacemaker partially hidden by the open jacket. It had a bone grip and was the first thing you saw as he approached you. In addition to the Colt, he had a one-shot Derringer stuffed into his right boot, below his knee.

      A piano player at the rear of the room had stopped playing when the noise decreased. Sumner’s careful appraisal now complete, he strode over to the mahogany bar and leaned on it, away from the other drinkers there. The bartender laid a bar towel down and came over to him, eyeing him studiedly.

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