Chapter 13 A BOLD BAD MAN

Bull had halted a moment outside the door of the shack to roll a cigarette. Before he pulled out his tobacco bag he leaned the rifle against the doorjamb.

His eyes, unaccustomed to the darkness, did not see the crouching

Racey Dawson within arm's-length.

Both of Bull's hands were cupped round the lighted match. He lifted it to the end of t