Chapters (68)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- PART ONE - SOLDIER
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- PART TWO - RANGER
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- PART THREE - GUNFIGHTER
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- PART FOUR - HOME
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Teaser chapter
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
They watched the tall Ranger captain’s back all the way down the main street to the livery stable. He went in, nodded to the attendant, and then set down the bottle and glasses and began digging through a large stack of hay.
Pritchard and Ditch looked at each other again, puzzled. Franchard uncovered three wooden crates. One of them was small, and the two other considerably larger.
“Take a look, boys,” Franchard said. “I brung along some supplies for our Mexican vacation.”
Pritchard and Ditch knelt and examined the crates. The smaller one contained five hundred rounds of. 44 caliber ammunition. The larger crates contained dynamite.
Pritchard and Ditch accepted the glasses handed to them by Franchard. He poured three generous shots of whiskey. They clinked glasses and drank.
“Still think I’m interested in takin’ prisoners?” Franchard asked, wiping his mustache on his sleeve.
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“That’s three of ’em, all right,” Pritchard said.
“You’re positive?” Ditch asked.
In response, Pritchard just looked at his friend and said nothing.
“Just askin’,” Ditch said sheepishly.
A trio of Triple B hands were seated in a small cantina, speaking with two Mexican men. It was after dark, and Pritchard, Ditch, and Tom Franchard watched them enter from a different cantina across the street. Ditch was carrying his Henry rifle, and Franchard a double-barreled coach gun.
Pritchard had wanted to cross the Rio Grande and enter Mexico immediately, to continue the pursuit, but was talked out of it by Franchard. He explained to Pritchard and Ditch that their best bet was to remain in Del Rio for a few days and wait until a few Triple B hands returned.
Franchard informed them that Winston Boone made his money by rustling horses and cattle in Texas, herding them over the Rio Grande, and selling them to the Mexican army. The BB&B outfit would be expected to continue delivering stolen American stock, regardless of what troubles the rustlers had created for themselves in the United States with their attack on the stagecoach station house. If not, the Mexican government wouldn’t continue to grant the men of the Triple B the unofficial asylum they enjoyed below the border; sanctuary they now required to escape the hanging justice above it.
Franchard believed that small parties of Triple B hands would be sneaking back into the U.S. to scout for herds of cattle and horses to rustle. When a potential herd was located, which could be at any ranch or stockyard from El Paso to San Antonio, all the way south to Laredo, the scouting party would split up. Part of the crew would remain in Texas to keep an eye on the targeted herd, while the others would return to Mexico to alert Winston and the rest of the hands. The entire outfit would then meet up at a prearranged location on the U.S. side of the border to commit the stock theft.