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Valdez

"Valdez dismounted and went to his knees over the man, raising his arm gently to look at the wound. The shotgun charge had torn through his side at the waist, ripping away his belt and part of his shirt and leather chaps.

'You should have this taken care of,' Valdez said. 'You know somebody who can sew you up?'

The Mexican's eyes were glazed, wet looking. 'What did you put in that thing?'

'I told you, something for rabbits. Listen, I'm going to get your horse and put you on it.'

'I can't ride anywhere.'

'Sure you can.' Valdez lowered the Mexican's arm and gave his shoulder a pat. The Mexican winced and Valdez smiled. 'You ride to Mr. Tanner, all right? Tell him Valdez is coming. You hear what I said? Valdez is coming. But listen, friend, I think you better go there quick.'"

Posted by ekurzen at July 18, 2003 12:01 AM