(SA) Fort Abandon

Tonight, Ron Evans takes us on a desperate journey towards death in his story called Fort Abandoned. keep your face shut Sonny. I knew what I'm talking about. In fact, I'm gonna take a few

shots at him myself. It's trouble is my case. It's the guard. He's looking down at us. Yeah sure. What is it? You won't help? Listen, we'll do it. There's no time for repeating. The cats know this, but they're I've been there, driving through the slow down, since you've been drunk all the way.

Sally, they'll move on ahead and then punch his pole and later we'll come back for ya. Okay? You got more bounds in that? No, you ain't been a bad lady. But since you are the role of goners, I just couldn't tell you everything's gonna be okay.

I've been ready now. But I... He's driving this basket. Patches won't see us get out. And the coach will be lighter and more likely You out distance him. How about you kid? Makes sense to me, mister.

You just call me ace, boy. It's just like everybody else. Now get that door open. We're running into the bend right now. I go first. You follow Miss Pasco. There's nothing to fear. The coach slowed between two rocky sentinels and its three passengers clambered out and ran for their lives to the nearest cover.

A large clump of sagebrush. In seconds, the coach was out of sight down the trail. trail, following close behind it a fifty-strong Apache raiding party. It was a bleak and lonely country, rocks, sagebrush, cactus, and dust. A place where a man consumed die under the searing hot sun. A silence fell on the fugitive. A lo' breathless and thankful for their timely