Mustang Man: The Sacketts Series, Book 15 by Louis L'Amour
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On that one I hedged. After all, why not ride out and leave them to get what they deserved? “You’ve got guns,” I said. ” They didn’t believe me. I doubt if they could believe any reason that was not entirely selfish. “No matter which way you go, you ain’t likely to find anybody inside of a hundred miles. ” They sat watching me, taking in every word. ” “There’s some who would do it for that,” I commented, “but I am not one. ” I stood up suddenly. ” They all stood up at that, their eyes on me, ready to take any advantage.
Antelope were nearly always in sight, and from time to time I saw buffalo, scattered bunches of them, them, growing more frequent as I moved north. But I saw no more Indians. Once I found wheel tracks, but they were months old. I took in after them and followed their trail, camping near water every night, occasionally laying over until noontime to give the dun a rest and a chance to graze. The country grew rougher as I went on. The stubble on my face grew thicker, and my bones and muscles grew weary of riding.
I guess I never cared much, either. We Clinch Mountain Sacketts were good enough folk, I guess, but a mite poorer and rougher than those over in the Cumberlands or down on the flatlands. We sprung from thin soil, and raised more kin than crops, but we were proud folk, too, and in those days a man’s pride was defended by a gun. I ain’t saying it was right, only that was the way it was, and gun battles were not only a matter of us feuding folks from Tennessee, nor in the West. It was the way things were done all over the country, and in Europe too, they say.