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Dakota Run by David L.
Robbins
Chapter One
Was that a scream, or were his ears playing tricks on him?

The man paused, twenty yards below the crest of the sloping hill he was
slowly climbing, and listened intently, his black hair blowing in the wind,
his keen brown eyes scanning the surrounding terrain.

Who would be screaming way out here in the middle of nowhere?

He cautiously continued his ascent, his green shirt and pants blending
in perfectly with the tall grass. His stocky body was tense, his senses alert,
as his moccasined feet forged ahead.

There it was again!

The scream was faint and fluctuated, rising and falling in volume,
apparently affected by the gusting wind. Still, he was able to pinpoint the
direction.

It was coming from the other side of the hill.

The man hurried now, the Arminius .357 Magnum in its shoulder
holster under his right arm bouncing as he ran. A tomahawk was tucked
under his deerskin belt, and a Marlin 45-70 was draped across his back,
suspended from a leather cord angled from his right shoulder to his left
hip. A bandoleer, filled with cartridges for the Marlin, crossed his wide
chest in the opposite direction.

The distant sound of a gunshot carried on the breeze.
 He unslung his 45-70 as he reached the crest of the hill and stopped to
get his bearings.

A narrow valley passed the base of his hill and, bordered by another hill
to the east and a smaller one to the west, it followed a meandering course
until it reached a verdant stand of trees half a mile away. Much closer,
maybe a thousand yards or so, was the source of the screams.

A terrified woman, running for all she was worth in his general
direction.