Along the
road to Paradise...
Along the road
to Paradise . . . “We can sympathize with a man being
short on cash, times being such as they are.” He eyed
Ellis’s horse and said, “We just lost our pack mule
two days ago. I always say, a good riding animal is
just as good as legal tender when a man finds himself
in a spot.” “Funny, I
always say that myself,” said Ellis, his hat against
his chest. His smile remained as he continued to stand
in silence, leaving the man unsure of what to say or
do next. Finally
the man cleared his throat and said, "So, if you have
no cash, we’ll be obliged to take the animal off your
hands.” “There he
stands,” said Ellis, giving a nod toward the big bay.
“Take him whenever you’re ready.” But in
spite of his invitation, the riders made no move
forward. Studying the resolve in Ellis’s cold gray
eyes, the bearded man said, as if it had just dawned
on him, “You’ve got a gun cocked behind that hat,
don’t you?” “You can count on it,” said Ellis, his smile still showing beneath his broad dark mustache. The Long Riders
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