The Lone Star Ranger
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So it was in him, then-an inherited fighting instinct, a driving intensity to kill. He was the last of the Duanes, that old fighting stock of Texas. But not the memory of his dead father, nor the pleading of his soft-voiced mother, nor the warning of this uncle who stood before him now, had brought to Buck Duane so much realization of the dark passionate strain in his blood. It was the recurrence, a hundred-fold increased in power, of a strange emotion that for the last three years had arisen in him."Yes, Cal Bain's in town, full of bad whisky an' huntin' for you," repeated the elder man, gravely."It's the second time," muttered Duane, as if to himself."Son, you can't avoid a meetin'. Leave town till Cal sobers up. He ain't got it in for you when he's not drinkin'.""But what's he want me for?" demanded Duane. "To insult me again? I won't stand that twice.""He's got a fever that's rampant in Texas these days, my boy. He wants gun-play. If he meets you he'll try to kill you."Here it stirred in Duane again, that bursting gush of blood, like a wind of flame shaking all his inner being, and subsiding to leave him strangely chilled."Kill me What for?" he asked."Lord knows there ain't any reason. But what's that to do with most of the shootin' these days? Didn't five cowboys over to Everall's kill one another dead all because they got to jerkin' at a quirt among themselves? An' Cal has no reason to love you. His girl was sweet on you.
Independently Published, 9798560841423, 460pp.
Publication Date: November 11, 2020