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Another sickening feeling overwhelmed him.
His head rolled and fell against the cave wall beside him. He heard
his skull crack under the impact but he felt no pain.
He started to count.
Louder and louder until he recalled what he
was doing.
Somehow Iron Eyes forced himself back up on
to his rear. His hands found the shirt again and he placed it next
to his leg. He fumbled with the matches until he located one and
struck it across the hard stone wall beside him.
The flame was almost blinding
when it first ignited but within seconds its flame calmed down.
Iron Eyes placed the match to his shirt and watched it catch
alight. He pulled out a crumpled wanted poster from his deep coat pocket and
placed it on the small blaze.
His bony fingers managed to pick up one of
his bullets from out of the same pocket. Iron Eyes placed it
between his small sharp teeth and the bit it with all his might. He
felt the casing bend slightly. The acrid taste of gunpowder
granules found the tip of his tongue before his fingers carefully
removed the damaged bullet. Iron Eyes picked up his knife and
prised the small lead ball from the bullet casing. He discarded the
ball and put the casing next to his bleeding leg.
Iron Eyes blinked several times before he
managed to focus upon the two weeping fang marks.
Without a second thought, he stabbed the leg
with the point of the Bowie knife and watched as blood spurted out
from the gash. He slid the blade across his calf from one fang hole
to the next and then started to rip at the wound until he was
satisfied that blood was pouring from it.
How much poison would also flow from his
leg, he wondered.
His eyes suddenly went foggy. He stopped and
shook his head until his mind began to clear once more. When he
managed to focus on the wound again, Iron Eyes dropped his knife
and squeezed both sides of his leg hard. More blood gushed out of
the nasty knife wound. He could feel his chest tightening as the
poison raced through him.
‘ C’mon! Get this done!’ Iron Eyes snarled at
himself.
He picked up the bullet casing
and then poured the gunpowder into the deep gash. He felt the black
granules burn like branding irons but ignored it. This pain was
nothing compared to the agonizing turmoil the dead
rattler ’s
venom was still inflicting.
Iron Eyes plucked a burning fragment of his
shirt and dropped it on to the gunpowder-laced wound.
A white flash exploded and knocked the
bounty hunter flat on to his back. He lay there for several minutes
staring at the flickering light on the roof of the cave tunnel.
The smell of burning flesh filled his
nostrils after a few moments and forced him back up until he was
seated again. He fumbled in his coat pockets and found another
wanted poster and dropped that on to the small fire at his
side.
His eyes rolled in his head until they found
the gruesome sight of his charred calf muscle. The blackened flesh
was no longer bleeding.
Iron Eyes picked up the body of the snake
and shook it. The rattle still worked. He cut it free from the body
and pushed it into his deep coat pocket.
Even half-dead, the hunter in his Iron Eyes
soul still wanted a trophy of his kill.
‘ Gotta
get out of here,’ he told himself firmly. He rolled on to his knees
and tried to regain his thoughts amid the toxic confusion that
still tore through his head and every sinew. He clawed at the cave
wall and got to his feet.
He was upright for the first time in what
felt like an eternity and intended to remain that way. He knew that
now he had to walk out of this unholy place. If death wanted him,
it would have to claim him on his feet.
Every movement seemed to feel
like a thousand knives being thrust into his thin pitiful frame. He
used the last of the fire ’s light to pluck his long trail coat off the
blood-soaked ground. After putting it back on, he gathered up his
knife and guns and dropped them into his deep trail coat pockets.
He slid his foot into what was left of his right boot and
Another sickening feeling overwhelmed him.
His head rolled and fell against the cave wall beside him. He heard
his skull crack under the impact but he felt no pain.
He started to count.
Louder and louder until he recalled what he
was doing.
Somehow Iron Eyes forced himself back up on
to his rear. His hands found the shirt again and he placed it next
to his leg. He fumbled with the matches until he located one and
struck it across the hard stone wall beside him.
The flame was almost blinding
when it first ignited but within seconds its flame calmed down.
Iron Eyes placed the match to his shirt and watched it catch
alight. He pulled out a crumpled wanted poster from his deep coat pocket and
placed it on the small blaze.
His bony fingers managed to pick up one of
his bullets from out of the same pocket. Iron Eyes placed it
between his small sharp teeth and the bit it with all his might. He
felt the casing bend slightly. The acrid taste of gunpowder
granules found the tip of his tongue before his fingers carefully
removed the damaged bullet. Iron Eyes picked up his knife and
prised the small lead ball from the bullet casing. He discarded the
ball and put the casing next to his bleeding leg.
Iron Eyes blinked several times before he
managed to focus upon the two weeping fang marks.
Without a second thought, he stabbed the leg
with the point of the Bowie knife and watched as blood spurted out
from the gash. He slid the blade across his calf from one fang hole
to the next and then started to rip at the wound until he was
satisfied that blood was pouring from it.
How much poison would also flow from his
leg, he wondered.
His eyes suddenly went foggy. He stopped and
shook his head until his mind began to clear once more. When he
managed to focus on the wound again, Iron Eyes dropped his knife
and squeezed both sides of his leg hard. More blood gushed out of
the nasty knife wound. He could feel his chest tightening as the
poison raced through him.
‘ C’mon! Get this done!’ Iron Eyes snarled at
himself.
He picked up the bullet casing
and then poured the gunpowder into the deep gash. He felt the black
granules burn like branding irons but ignored it. This pain was
nothing compared to the agonizing turmoil the dead
rattler ’s
venom was still inflicting.
Iron Eyes plucked a burning fragment of his
shirt and dropped it on to the gunpowder-laced wound.
A white flash exploded and knocked the
bounty hunter flat on to his back. He lay there for several minutes
staring at the flickering light on the roof of the cave tunnel.
The smell of burning flesh filled his
nostrils after a few moments and forced him back up until he was
seated again. He fumbled in his coat pockets and found another
wanted poster and dropped that on to the small fire at his
side.
His eyes rolled in his head until they found
the gruesome sight of his charred calf muscle. The blackened flesh
was no longer bleeding.
Iron Eyes picked up the body of the snake
and shook it. The rattle still worked. He cut it free from the body
and pushed it into his deep coat pocket.
Even half-dead, the hunter in his Iron Eyes
soul still wanted a trophy of his kill.
‘ Gotta
get out of here,’ he told himself firmly. He rolled on to his knees
and tried to regain his thoughts amid the toxic confusion that
still tore through his head and every sinew. He clawed at the cave
wall and got to his feet.
He was upright for the first time in what
felt like an eternity and intended to remain that way. He knew that
now he had to walk out of this unholy place. If death wanted him,
it would have to claim him on his feet.
Every movement seemed to feel
like a thousand knives being thrust into his thin pitiful frame. He
used the last of the fire ’s light to pluck his long trail coat off the
blood-soaked ground. After putting it back on, he gathered up his
knife and guns and dropped them into his deep trail coat pockets.
He slid his foot into what was left of his right boot and
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