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Sudden Bill Dorn
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
GENTS! KEEP OUT!
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Jackson Gregory
A Western Saga
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He crossed the border long before he came to the village, slipping from one country to another in a bit of rugged terrain which, some years before, when smuggling Chinese into the States went merrily on, had come to be called La Puerta de los Chinos. By now the sky was all purply-black velvet with brilliant stars strewn across it for glittering spangles, and the earth beneath was a silver-gray sea, lonely, untenanted save by himself, and without a beacon light anywhere. Then at last he rode up out of a hollow where desert willows grew higher than his head, and mounted a gentle rise of land; suddenly the few lights of that mad, bad little lost town of Nacional flared out at him, beckoning impudently through the big shady cottonwoods.
Now, Nacional drowsed in its shade through most days of the year, like a lean, hungry coyote keeping a low-lidded eye just enough open to be ready to leap and attack and rend at the proper moment; and though it stirred and awoke from its lethargy a little after sundown, still it went for the most part on padded feet, did its murdering with a quiet knife in a dark alley, and was outwardly inert until late enough for men to get drunk on as bad liquor as even a border town ever poured blisteringly down its ravening red throat. Tonight, however, early as it was, Bill Dorn heard the beast’s growl almost as soon as he saw its eyes. Something out of the ordinary was afoot. But then there was the old saying which, translated from the Spanish, avers: “In little Nacional it is the usual thing for the unusual to happen.”
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