Loius L'Amour Heller With A Gun

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little, but very close. "If a woman really wanted a man she would go to any
country with him." Mabry looked at her and smiled a little. "What do you know
about wanting a man?" "Enough. How much does a girl have to know?" She looked
up at him, eyes teasing and impudent. Deliberately she reached up to brush
snow from his shoulder, and then she was in his arms. Afterward he never knew
whether he had done it or if she had. She came against him quickly, taking his
coat lapels in her comhands, her face lifted to his. With a sudden gust of
passion he caught her to him, his lips crushing the softness of hers, her body
molding itself against his, even through the thickness of their clothing. One
hand slipped around his neck and caught fiercely at the hair on the back of
his head. Breathlessly they clung to each other; then Mabry broke loose. He
drew back, staring at her and brushing his lips with the back of his
hand. "That's no good," he said. "I'm sorry." Coolly she lifted a hand and
brushed her hair back in place. Her breasts lifted with her breathing. "Sorry?
Why?" "You're just a kid." She laughed at him. "Did I feel like a kid? All
right, I'm young. But how old does a girl have to be? How old was your mother
when you were born?" "Sixteen. Seventeen, maybe." "I'll be eighteen in
August." She turned away from him. "All right, go to Janice, then. She's
older than I am. But she's not for you." "She's a fine girl." "Sure she is.
One of the best. She'll make a good wife, but not for you." Abruptly he turned
away. He was a fool to start anything with this kid. Yet the feel of her in
his arms was a disturbing memory. "We'd better get back." "All right... sure."
There was no more talking. Dodie Saxon strolled along through the snow,
completely unconcerned. Yet Mabry was worried. She should be careful. No
telling what could happen to a kid like that. There was fire in her. Plenty of
it. Outside the shelter she reached up to take the venison down, and as she
turned away, carrying one haunch of it, she reached up with her bent
forefinger and pushed it under his chin. "You big stiff," she said, and
laughed at him. He stared after her, half angry, half amused. Tom Healy came
out of the shelter. He whistled softly at the sight of the fresh meat. "See
any Sioux?" "No. They're smarter than a white man. In bad weather they stay
under cover." "Don't blame "em." "Got a glimpse of the vans." He was tying the
venison and rabbits to one end of a rope. "Burned down to the wheels." He
tossed the rope over a high branch and hauled the meat up into the tree, but
well out from the trunk. "How's Maggie?" he asked. "Better," Healy said.
"Ate a little solid food today, and she's breathing easier. Maybe it's the
fresher air. Maybe it's the food. Anyway, she's better." "Knew a trapper once,
took sick 'way out in the brush all by himself. He just drank water and laid
around eating berries and roots. Got well, too." "She's a long way from well."
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"We'll sit tight a couple of days, anyway." Dodie looked out. "There's coffee
on. I thought you'd want some." He crawled into the shelter and accepted the
cup Dodie handed him. Healy said something to Janice and she laughed. Healy's
hand was on her arm. King Mabry looked at them over his cup, his face
unreadable. Dodie glanced at him, then said, low-voiced, "Don't let it bother
you. They've worked together a long time." Mabry was startled. "Is it that
plain?" "Yes... and she feels the same way." "You're wrong." "No. I can see
it. Only she won't admit it, even to herself. She won't admit she could be in
love with a gun fighter." "Don't blame her. It would be a. dog's life, for a
woman." Dodie made no reply to that, only adding, "She's Eastern. She doesn't
understand. Not even after what happened." "What about you? You seem to." "I
do." It made sense, of course. And he was a fool even to give it a thought.
Yet he was human. He wanted a home. He wanted to be loved and to love. Only
there was no place for it in his life, not unless he could let it all be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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