Curse of Texas Gold: A Walt Slade Western
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Bradford Scott. Curse of Texas Gold: A Walt Slade Western
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
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LIKE A TORPID SNAKE, the Mojo Trail slithers through the Puerta Hills. It slips stealthily past the juncture of the Old Spanish Trail and the famous Chihuahua Trail, slides furtively into Boraco, the railroad town, and flows onward toward the distant Guadalupes. On the eastern edge of the Guadalupes it becomes the main street of Sotol. Then it winds past ill-omened Jericho Valley, enters the remote fastnesses of the Guadalupes and steals across the state line into New Mexico.
The Pueblos used to pad over it, long before the Spaniards brought the horse to the New World and thereby greatly extended the Indian’s scope of activity and increased his capacity for devilishness.
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It would be equally impractical to try and follow the horsemen who had fled the canyon. They would be familiar with whatever ways led through the hills and he was not. Even if he were able to trail them, he could not hope to reach them before dark when everything would be in their favor. Also, as the canyon appeared to run almost due north, it was reasonable to believe that they were headed for Sotol, where perhaps he would run into them again, under more favorable circumstances. He mounted Shadow and rode back to the wagon.
He did ride up the canyon a short distance and with satisfaction noted an occasional blood spot on the stones. Anyhow, the hellions had something by which to remember him. But the spots were not frequent enough to indicate that the two punctured gents had suffered serious injury. With a last glance at the grisly scene of snake-blooded murder, he rode back down the canyon, regained the Mojo Trail and resumed his interrupted journey to Sotol, the sleepy cowtown that almost overnight had undergone one of those startling metamorphoses peculiar to the Southwest.
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