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Date Posted: 00:54:25 03/03/02 Sun
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They Call Him Diablo
Part #2
Wrapped in the soft embrace of his arms, Sierra nestled her head against Diablo’s chest. He gently lifted and carried her to the interior of the stable, and placed her upon a soft pile of straw. Once again, his mouth sought hers; and he whispered, “Sierra, my sweet Sierra.”
A noise outside the stable made him stiffen, and he cautioned her to be silent. He quickly stood to his feet, reached for his gun, then quietly strode to the stable door and stood waiting. Soon the door began to squeak and slowly open. The first thing Diablo saw was the end of a gun. The door squeaked a bit more; and a burly man with a long beard spoke, “Diablo, you in here? I saw your white horse outside; if you’re here, show yourself.”
Diablo recognized the man as Stoner, the local sheriff. He could see he was carrying a saddle bag. He moved out of the shadows and said, “Hi Stoner.” The sheriff looked at him and said, “I need to talk with you; you got time to listen?” Diablo looked toward the interior of the stable, then said, “Sure, Stoner, what’s on your mind?”
Stoner told him of some gold samples that had been brought in last week from an old gold mine in the hills. He told Diablo he had some of those samples in the saddle bag for him to look over. Diablo asked how he knew he was back in town; and he laughed, then said, “Now, you know how news travels in this town.” When Stoner heard he was back, he had gathered up a few samples; and brought them along with him. When checking to see who owned the gold mine, it was discovered the mine belonged to Diablo. The mine had been passed down to him in the estate of Molly McGuire a short time ago upon her death.
“Now, that’s news to me,” Diablo drawled. I don’t even know Molly McGuire. Why would she leave a gold mine to me? I can’t believe someone, whom I have never met would leave me a gold mine.” Sierra was listening intently from the interior of the stable. She, too, was wondering about Molly McGuire.
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