After run-in with killer bull and scared for life, the cowboy's troubles only begin when he sets out to keep a promise to a dying clown. Set in 1905 Wyoming, Limpy is a western in the tradition of Zane Grey and other great western writers. Not a 'shoot em up' per sey, it does have gun battles, a battle against a 'white hating' giant, a pack of hungry wolves and a couple of real surprises. Good reading that would make a terrific movie if someone were interested in pursuing that angle.
Limpy fought like a trapped animal,himself, but was simply overpowered. They dragged him, first to his knees and then to a standing position. Joe Bob, his face contorted into a mask of angry hatred, stood before Limpy. He grabbed the cowboy by the shoulders as the others held him.
Then the foreman brought his knee up, hard, between Limpy's legs.
The sickening feeling flooded over him and almost caused Limpy to black out. Something deep inside him, though, kept him hanging onto consciousness. He probably would have been better off had he just passed out. Perhaps these men would have been satisfied and simply left him in the snow. Even as he though about it, Limpy knew that that possibility was highly unlikely.
However, Limpy had never been one to give up easily. He grimmaced in pain and then spat, defiantly, into the foreman's face. At the same instant, the cowboy leaned quickly to his left and butted the thin-faced man hard under his chin with the top of his head.The man grunted as his teeth were mashed together and he bit his own tongue. Limpy felt the man's grip on his left arm weaken in the process and took full advantage of it.
The wolves didn't wait long. Their hunger made them braver than they would usually have been and there was meat on the table before them.
Limpy knew it would happen and he had tried to prepare himself for it. But, he had to admit, the instant he caught sight of the huge grey form standing to his left and halfway in the circle of light, he felt a bolt of fear shoot through his body. This was real fear; perhaps something that he could not ever remember experiencing before. He did not like the feeling, even a little bit.
The animal just stood there with its head lowered and its eyes locked on the man. The wolf's lips were pulled back to reveal the vicious-looking teeth. The low rumbling sound coming from somewhere deep within his throat was plenty scary in itself, thought the cowboy.
The wolf leader was trying to make up his mind wheither or not to attack this human. If wolves used psychology in working their plans of attack, and there was no reason for Limpy to believe that they didn't, then they were probably duping him with their sceme at this very moment. Limpy stood frozen with his gaze never leaving the huge grey wolf
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
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