[Pozarica-joel] the hold-up of the Limited at Tin Cup?" "No, I don't." He looked at her sh

[Yocom Shotkoski]

 from thence won back to cover. Kate, drooping with fatigue, saw that
fear rode Blackwell heavily. He was trapped and he knew that by the
Arizona code his life was forfeit and would be exacted of him should he
be taken. He had not the hardihood to game it out in silence, but whined
complaints, promises and threats. He tried to curry favor with her, to
work upon her pity, even while his furtive glances told her that he was
wondering whether he would have a better chance if he sacrificed her
life. From gulch to arroyo, from rock-cover to pine-clad hillside he was
driven in his attempts to break the narrowing circle of grim hunters
that hemmed him. And with each failure, with every passing hour, the
terror in him mounted. He would have welcomed life imprisonment, would
have sold the last vestige of manhood to save the worthless life that
would soon be snuffed out unless he could evade his hunters till night
and in the darkness break through the line. He knew now that it had been
a fatal mistake to bring the girl with him. He might have evaded Bolt's
posses, but now every man within fifty miles was on the lookout for him.
His rage turned against Kate because of it. Yet even in those black
outbursts he felt that he must cling to her as his only hope of saving
himself. He had made another mistake in lighting a campfire during the
morning. Any fool ought to have known that the smoke would draw his
hunters as the smell of carrion does a buzzard. Now he made a third
error. Doubling back over an open stretch of hil
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