Raw Gold

Book Excerpt: ll you," the policeman said, and stripping the saddle and bridle from his sweaty horse, turned him loose to graze."Hello, Mac!" I hailed, as he walked up to the fire. He turned at the sound of my voice with vastly more concern than he'd betrayed under the muzzle of Piegan's gun."Sarge himself!" he exclaimed. "Beats the devil how old trails cross, eh?""It sure does," I retorted, and our hands met.He sat down beside me and began to roll a cigarette. You wouldn't call that a very demonstrative greeting between two old amigos who'd bucked mesquite and hair-lifting Comanches together, all over the Southwest. It had been many a moon since we took different roads, but MacRae hadn't changed that I could see. That was his way--he never slopped over, no matter how he felt. If ever a mortal had a firm grip on his emotions, MacRae had, and yet there was a sleeping devil within him that was never hard to wake. But his looks gave no hint of the real man under the surface placidity;Read More