Hard Rider [antikvár]

RESCUE AT THE CABIN! No gunfire sounded. Todden sprinted the last ten yards to the peeied log wall and dove there. Lying flat on his back he waited and thought. Christ, what did it mean — a shooting gallery situation not taken advantage ol? Had he been suckered? The lanky man wormed on his belly the short distance to the cabin door, the cocked six- shooter in one hand. The door popped inward suddenly. Before Todden's eyes, a dazzling flash explod- ed. A heavy charge of buckshot sucked air just over his bowed head. He sprawled, his flat- tened palm stopping his sideways roll, and his eyes raced to size up the room. On a bunk In one of the corners a pretty woman lay hogtied. Her frightened eyes told him enough: he should look to his rear! Todden spun. A bulky, topheavy form dropped from the roof above into the doorway, propelling himself at Todden with the strength of a bull.