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Lyround, surrounded byhi a Jew, so I didn’t feel sorry for him Not for any of them

But then, over the racket of punches and shouts, I heardreinforcements for the other side

Chapter 133

“CORBETT!” A MAN SHOUTED at the top of his lungs

I stepped out onto the porch to see none other than Phineas Evers his black cowboy hat with the badge pinned to the briirlfriend of yours”

The fight irling all around us, defenders chasing and shouting, neaves of attackers co in from the woods It see to

I trained un on his chest “Get your ass down off that horse, Phineas”

“You put your gun down, Ben,” said a voice behind me

I turned to find a revived Doc Conover with a nasty twelve-gauge shotgun leveled at me

“Hey, Ben,” Doc said “I ot” He chuckled

A shot rang out and the gun flew frorabbed his elbow Ricky ran up and scraun

I glanced around to see who had fired the shot Good God!—It was ancient Aunt Henry in the doorway of Abraha barrel of a Colt revolver She nodded at me and went back inside

I heard a loud crack and turned to find Evers bullwhip in his hand, a whip straight out of Uncle Tom’s Cabin It had a black leather-wrapped stick for a handle and three little stinger-tips at the end of the whipcord Eversain, with a report louder than a pistol shot

His arm swept around, and the whip shot out and wrapped aroundas fierce as yellowjackets It snatched me off my feet, and I landed hard ondohere the as cutting into flesh and then Evers with both fists at once But I was stronger, and angrier too Ithe slack end of the whip, I wrapped it around his neck so tight that with one hard tug I could break his windpipe He gurgled and coughed like the two men I had seen lynched—like the sound I must have made when they lynched me

Eversed out horribly The leather cord bit into his neck,a deep red indentation