"Clayton Emery - Joseph Fisher - Inwardly Ravening Wolves" - читать интересную книгу автора (Emery Clayton)

walking dead! And stink! But that was some brave!
Rob might've dropped you in your tracks!"

"No." Joseph cradled the woodsman's musket, plied
his knife to unscrew the stone clamped in the
hammer. "While in the cave I plucked out his flint
and screwed in this soft shale instead. He was so
quick to reload, he didn't notice. This gun wouldn't
have sparked till Doomsday."

"But how did you know?"

"Hints and guesses," Joseph shrugged. "Old friends
carry old grudges. With his temper, Macintosh could
easily shoot a friend in the breast, especially drunk.
`Anger is a short madness,' and he ran into the
woods to hide. Had he confessed, citing a quarrel
and self-defense, he might have been absolved. But
when he saw an Indian among us, he framed a
quick lie and shot the red man in cold blood."

Joseph's anger finally caught up with him. Ripping
the bloody scalp from Macintosh's belt, he slapped
the man's face with it. "I'll bury this with our dead
friend. Brother Wolf had not the rapacity of this
rascal. `Beware of false prophets, which come to
you in sheep's clothing, for inwardly they are
ravening wolves...'"
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