Blood Bond: Arizona Ambush

BLOOD BOND ARIZONA AMBUSH

William W. Johnstone

with J. A. 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 you know?”

“I’m blood brother to one Cheyenne—you. And since you’re half Cheyenne, that makes me ...” Matt squinted as he thought. “I never was that good at ciphering. You’re the one with the college education. You figure it out.”

“Maybe we should just admit that we’re lost.”

“I’m not lost.” Matt pointed south over the mostly flat, dry terrain through which the two young men rode. “That way’s Mexico.” He turned in the saddle and waved a hand northward. “And Montana and Canada are up yonder a ways. California’s in front of us, and the Mississippi River’s behind us. See? I’m not the least bit 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 onihomihan, brothers of the wolf. The adventurous lives they had led made them brothers of the gun, as well. Theirs was the unbreakable bond of men who had fought side by side and saved each other’s lives on numerous occasions.

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