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glinted in the sunlight.
Rafe stopped inside the door, his gaze sweeping the room in one
all-encompassing glance.
Then his eves riveted on the big man at the bar.
"All right, Shute," he said calmly. "Turn around and take: it. Dan Shute
turned, and he was grinning. He was grinning widely, but there was a wicked
light dancing in his eyes. He stared disat Caradec, letting his slow, insolent
gaze go over him from head to foot. "Killin' you would be too easy," he said.
"I promised myself that when the time came I would take you apart with inv
hands and then if there was anything left, disshoot it full of holes. I'm
goin' to kill you Caradec!" Out of the tail of his eye, Rafe saw that Johnny
Gill was leaning against the jamb of the back door and that Rock Mullaney was
just inside of that same door.
"Take off your guns, Caradec, and I'll kill you!" Shute said softly. "It's
their fight," Gill said suddenly. "Let "em have it the way they want it!" The
voice startled Gomer so that he jerked, and he glanced over his shoulder, his
face white. Then the front door pushed open, and Higley came in with Baker.
Pod Gomer touched his lips with his tongue and shot a sidelong glance at
Benson. The saloonkeeper looked unhappy. Carefully, Dan Shute reached for his
belt buckle and unbuckled the twin belts, laying the big guns on the bar,
butts toward him. At the opposite end of the bar, Rafe Caradec did the same.
Then, as one man, they shed their coats.
Lithe and broad-shouldered, Rafe was an inch shorter and forty pounds lighter
than the other man.
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Narrow-hipped and lean as a greyhound, he was built for speed, but the
powerful shoulders and powerful hands and arms spoke of years of training as
well as hard work with a double jack or an ax, or heaving at the heavy, wet
lines of a ship. Dan Shute's neck was thick, his chest broad and massive. His
stomach was flat and hard. His hands were big, and he reeked of sheer animal
strength and power. Licking his lips like a hungry wolf, he started forward.
He was grinning, and the light was dancing in his hard gray-white eyes.
He did not rush or leap. He walked right up to Rafe, with that grin on his
lips, and Caradec stood flat-footed, waiting for him. But as Shute stepped in
close, Rafe suddenly whipped up a left to the wind that beat the man to the
punch. Shute winced at the blow and his eves narrowed. Then he smashed forward
with his hard skull, trying for a butt.
Rafe clipped him with an elbow and swung away, keeping out of the corner.
Still grinning, Dan Shute moved in. The big man was deceptively fast, and as
he moved in, suddenly he left his feet and hurled himself feet foremost at
Rafe.
Caradec sprang back, but too slow. The legs jackknifed around his, and Rafe
staggered and went to the floor! He hit hard, and Dan was the first to move.
Throwing himself over, he caught his weight on his left hand and swung with
his right. It was a wicked, half-arm blow, and it caught Rafe on the chin.
Lights exploded in his brain and he felt himself go down. Then Shute sprang
for him.
Rafe rolled his head, more by instinct than knowledge, and the blow clipped
his ear. He threw his feet high and tipped Dan over on his head and off his
body.
Both men came to their feet like cats and hurled themselves at each other.
They struck like two charging bulls with an impact that shook the room.
Rafe slugged a right to the wind and took a smashing blow to the head. They
backed off and then charged together, and both men started pitching
them-short, wicked hooks thrown from the hips with everything they had in the
world in every punch.
Rafe's head was roaring, and he felt the smashing blows rocking his head from
side to side. He smashed an inside right to the face, and saw a thin streak of
blood on Shute's cheek. He fired his right down the same groove, and it might
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as well have been on a track. The split in the skin widened and a trickle of
blood started. Rafe let go another one to the same spot and then whipped a
wicked left uppercut to the wind. Shute took it coming in and never lost
stride. He ducked and lunged, knocking Rafe off balance with his shoulder and
then swinging an overhand punch that caught Rafe on the cheekbone.
Rafe tried to sidestep and failed, slipping in a wet spot on the floor. As he
went down, Dan Shute aimed a teriffic kick at his head that would have ended
the fight right there, but half off-balance, Rafe hurled himself at the pivot
leg and knocked Dan sprawling.
Both men came up and walked into each other, slugging. Rafe evaded a kick
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