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Episode Thirteen concluded with:
Dencel Runyan stood with his back to the barn,
directly beside the door. He gripped the Henry in his hands as he listened to
the conversation taking place inside. All his life, he had been cheated out of
what was rightly his. Well, now he was going to get even with everyone. There
had to be a reward of some kind out for Ricky Cates, but Dencel hoped for more.
He hoped Cates still had the money from the bank holdup.
Episode Fourteen
He
peered between the double doors and watched as Cissy moved around behind some
bales of hay. That must be where Cates was hiding.
The
girl looked around, “Where did I put that bucket, I need--”
Moving faster than at any time in his life,
Dencel ran into the barn, toward his target. “Don’t nobody move or I’ll kill
you!” Dencel stopped when he could look
down on Ricky Cates. The outlaw had partially yanked his gun from the holster
that lay beside him.
“You
drop that gun boy, or I’ll take off your head.”
“Obey
him, Mr. Cates,” Cissy’s voice was pleading. “He’ll do it. He’ll kill you.”
The
look of savagery in Dencel Runyan’s face convinced Cates that Cissy was telling
the truth. He tossed his pistol into the hay behind him.
“Now
you’re bein’ real smart.” Breathing heavily, Dencel moved behind the bales of
hay and picked up the six shooter. “Just so you won’t get no fool ideas.”
Dencel gave Ricky a hard kick in the head.
“No,
Pa,” Cissy screamed. “He’s already hurt bad.” The girl ran at her father.
Dencel slammed his daughter on the side of her head with the pistol. She
screamed and dropped to the floor.
“You
little tramp!” Dencel yelled down at her. “You spent the night out here in the
barn with this no good. I oughta…” Dencel’s eyes hit one of the back stalls.
“Well, well, whadda we got here.”
Cradling
the Henry with his right arm and carrying Ricky’s six shooter in his left hand,
Dencel made his way to the stall at the end of the row, where Sherwood was
housed. “So, you was tellin’ some of the truth, anyway. This is a right fine
pinto.” He spotted the saddle and saddle bags that rested on the side of the
stall.
He
dropped both of the weapons to the floor and dug furiously into the saddle
bags. What he found there at first sent him into a stunned silence, then he
made forth with a primitive shout of joy.
Dencel
flung the saddle bags over his shoulder, retrieved the weapons and made his way
back to his daughter. Cissy was crouched over Ricky Cates. “Pa, that money is
for poor people who--”
Dencel
again made a loud, primeval laugh. “Don’t you worry ‘bout that none. This money
is gonna make one poor man very happy. Now, you saddle that pinto. I’m gonna
pack me up a few things, then ride far away from here. I’ll never have to look
at you or your ma again.”
Iola
entered the barn and looked about in a confused manner. “I heard so much
commotion--”
“You
get back to the house, woman. Right now!” The look of savagery returned to
Dencel’s face.
His
wife took a step forward, looking at her daughter. “Honey are you…”
Dencel
pointed the six shooter at his wife. “Get back! Now!”
Tomorrow:
Episode Fifteen of The Robin Hood of the Range
