BLOOD BOND ARIZONA AMBUSH
William W. Johnstone
PINNACLE BOOKS
Kensington Publishing Corp.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
SAVAGE TEXAS
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
“Are we in Arizona or New Mexico?” Matt Bodine asked with a puzzled frown.
Sam Two Wolves shook his head.
“I don’t know. We might’ve even strayed over the line into Colorado or Utah. That’s why they call this area the Four Corners.”
Matt frowned.
“You don’t know exactly where you are? You’re an Indian, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you know these things?”
“I’m half Cheyenne, as you well know.”
“Well, then, shouldn’t you be at least half-sure where we are?”
“The Indians who live around here are not Cheyenne,” Sam pointed out with the tolerant air of someone explaining things to a small child. “I believe most of them in these parts are Navajo.”
Matt shook his head.
“Sounds like an excuse to me.”
“What about you?” Sam asked. “You’re blood brother to the Cheyenne. Shouldn’t
“I’m blood brother to
“Maybe we should just admit that we’re lost.”
“
Sam just shook his head as Matt grinned.
The companionable relationship between them came naturally. Matt Bodine and Samuel August Webster Two Wolves had ridden together for a number of years, drifting across the frontier, and before that they had been childhood friends in Montana. That was where they had become blood brothers.
The link between them was even stronger than that. They were
At first glance they might have been mistaken for actual brothers. Both young men were tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built. The differences between them were apparent on a second look, however.
Matt’s close-cropped brown hair was lighter than Sam’s shaggy black hair, which was as dark as a raven’s wing.
Sam also had the slight reddish tint to his skin which was also part of his legacy from his father Medicine Horse, as were the high cheekbones.
Matt wore jeans and a faded blue bib-front shirt. His battered brown Stetson was thumbed back on his head most of the time, as was the case now.
Sam wore jeans and a fringed buckskin shirt, although the fringe was strictly utilitarian, not gaudy like that on the outfits of Wild West Show performers. His black hat had a wide brim and a slightly rounded crown.
Another difference was in the way they were armed. Sam wore only one holstered revolver while Matt sported