volume one IN THE D U D L E Y C L A R K - Ohio Vine Tours

That would be rude. But it’s what you want to do.
So?
What do you think, Roy?
“I’ll do the thinking,” snarls Tom Dunson/John Wayne.
I’ll do the thinking, lips Roy. His eyes narrow. I’ll do the
thinking.
He grabs holt of his saddle’s pommel and grunts his fat ass
onto the sorrel.
Next time I see you, kid—I’m gonna kill you.
He digs spurs into the sorrel’s slats and pocks across the
desert, trailed by a wake of dust.
Roy’s full head of hair has gone mostly white by the time he
reaches Abilene.
The cattle are waiting there for him, driven by his nemesis/
son, Matthew, who had mutinied and left him behind to die.
Cherry was right—you’re soft. You should’ve let him kill me, because
I’m gonna kill you. I’ll catch up with you, don’t know when, but I’ll catch
up. Every time you turn around expect to see me, ’cause one time you’ll turn
around and I’ll be there… I’m gonna kill yah, Matt.
The longhorn mill about on Main Street. The populace is
celebratory; they haven’t seen this many beeves in years.
Harry Carey/Mr. Greenwood gave Rick top dollar for his
herd.
Roy’s herd.
Roy’s still gonna kill ’im.
He gallops into town with a dozen rowdies. In sight of
Abilene, and the steaming train, he turns to his men and drawls,
I told you all where you stand in this. See that you remember it.
They pull up short at the sight of the cattle that fill the town.
Roy swings his girth off his horse and pushes through the
cattle as if they were pre-schoolers.
An inexorable force, he swaggers through the lowing animals,
his face bent into a hell-born fury, his long legs devouring acres
with each stride.
Rick steps off the boardwalk onto the dusty street.
His face twists into a snarl of hatred.
Roy, clearing the cattle, spies his little brother. He lurches to a
stop and crouches into a shooter’s pose.
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