Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
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1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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Mrs.
Ray had encircled with her arm the slender waist of Nanny Blake, whose eyes never for an instant quit their gaze after the swift speeding dots across the distant prairie.
All her world was there in one tall, vehement horseman, whose
Other troopers mounting at the stables had spurred away under Captain Greg, who
and were splashing through the ford.
Other denizens of Fort Frayne, hearing of the excitement, came hurrying to the bluff, hangers on from the trader's store and corral, the shopman himself, even the barkeeper in his white jacket and apron, two or three panting, low muttering half breeds, their eyes aflame, their teeth gleaming in their excitement, then Hay himself, and with him her dark face almost livid, her hair discolored and lips rigid and
and almost purple, with deep lines at the corners of her mouth, Nanette Flower.
Who that saw could ever forget her as she forced her way through the crowd and stood at the very brink, saying never a word, but swiftly focusing her ready glasses.
Hardly had she reached the spot when wild, sudden, exultant, a cheer burst fiercely from the lips of the throng.
Look, look, by God they got 'em!
yelled man after man in mad excitement.
Three black dots had suddenly swept into view, well to the right of Blake's men, and came whirling down grade straight for the lone courier on the gray.
Theirs had been the short side, ours the long diagonal of the race.
Theirs was the race, perhaps, but not the prize, for he had turned up far from the expected point, and
Still they had 'em, if only, if only those infernal troopers failed to see them.
There was their hope.
Plainly in view of the high bluff at the fort,
They were yet hidden by a wave of prairie from sight of the interceptors, still heading for the ridge the warriors had just left behind.
Only for a second or two, however, a yell of fierce rejoicing went up from the crowd on the bluff as the easternmost of Blake's black specks was seen suddenly to check, then to launch out again, no longer to the north but straight to his right, followed almost immediately by every one of the seven.
Then too swerved the would be slayers, in long, graceful circles, away from the road.
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