El Dorado Map , livre ebook

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Date de parution

08 octobre 2015

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9781474703390

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

3 Mo

When your pa's an outlaw, you grow up mean, tough, and fast - unless something or someone changes that dirty, dusty path. One day, Kid Cody's path changes with bang. Arrested after a stagecoach shootout and deserted by his pa, the young gunman finds himself alone in the Wild West. Alone, except for a mysterious man in black, who aids Cody in his escape from jail. Once free, Kid Cody sets out to blaze his own trail but instead finds trouble at every turn. He also finds a map to the fabled city of El Dorado, where the streets are supposedly paved with gold. But others are after the map as well, included his good-for-nothing pa. It's only a matter of time until their paths cross again.

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Publié par

Capstone Global Library

Date de parution

08 octobre 2015

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9781474703390

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

3 Mo

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CHAPTER1 The Hold Up

As the stagecoach neared the top of the hill, Cody pulled a bandana over his nose and raised his shotgun. “Stand tall,” Pa told him, “and don’t do nuthin less I say.” Cody knew the routine, but it always made him nervous. Standing on the dirt at the edge of the road, he listened to the clattering hooves and grinding wheels trudge up the steep, rocky path. He took a deep breath and eased it out as the coach climbed into view. Pa stepped into the road ahead of the slow moving coach. He grabbed the reins of the nearest lead horse and tugged down hard, forcing the creature’s nose to its chest. The horse stopped short, its hooves skidding in the dirt. The other lead veered clumsily into its partner,

THE EL DORADO MAP

and the two rear horses jerked sharply against the leather straps of their harnesses. “Whoa,” the driver said, tensing the reins, trying to settle the team. The creatures stomped and snorted. Pa extended his arm between the front pair of horses and aimed his pistol at the driver. “Howdy,” he said. Silence hung then and the dust settled back to the road. Cody saw the driver glance at the shotgun propped against his seat. The horses shifted nervously. A crow cawed. Cody ran his finger up and down along the curve of his trigger. He reminded himself to breathe. Finally the driver looked at Pa. “This a hold up?”he said. Pa sneered. “Ain’t that a dumb question?” From the coach window, a man poked his balding head. “What’s going on out there?” he demanded, thick moustache bobbing as he spoke. “Get yer sweaty head back inside that window!” Pa barked. “Or my boy will blow yer dumb brains all over the side of that coach.” Cody slid the barrel of his gun to the left until it aimed in the man’s direction. He could hear voices inside the coach, two women and at least one man besides the bald man. The women’s nervous chatter worsened Cody’s own nerves. His fingers tingled.

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At the edge of Cody’s vision, thin birches bent in the breeze. Then a black figure. A man weaving through the trees. Cody’s eyes darted to the spot. Trees and shadows swayed. The black figure disappeared in the darkness. “Pay attention, boy!” Pa stomped his foot. “Now, you, Mr Driver, grab that shotgun and give it here. Slow. And if you do somethin funny, I’ll put a bullet in yer face.” The driver reached down and grasped the gun’s barrel. He extended it carefully to Pa, who took it and tossed it to the side of the road. “Now,” he said, “get me that strongbox.” The driver climbed down from his seat on top of the coach and stood on the frame between the front wheels. He unbuckled the leather cover, which was strapped across an opening beneath the seat, and pulled the flap aside. “Where do you want it?” he said. “Throw it down.” The driver tugged a small wooden chest from the compartment and heaved it to the ground. It landed with a heavy thud and rattle. “Now climb off there and sit yerself against that wheel.” Pa pointed with the end of his gun. Cody glanced into the woods. A crow glided down onto the bough of a birch. The bird’s small black eyes scanned the scene, then rested on Cody. It rustled its

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