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  With These Hands

  Louis L'amour

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  The Timeless Fiction Of Louis L'amour Is Both Unforgettable And Undeniably American, Deftly Capturing The Heroic Bravery and intrepid spirit that make this nation great. L'Amour's legacy of work remains unparalleled, setting a standard of excellence that few other writers have matched. Now With These Hands pulls together some of L'Amour's very best work- eleven newly rediscovered stories that have never before appeared in a single volume.

  WITH THESE HANDS

  From a South Seas island paradise to the icy reaches of the Arctic, from the dark, gritty streets of urban America to the rugged landscape of the untamed West, the stories gathered in With These Hands combine razor-sharp characters with breathtaking action and historic detail. Here are tales of adventure, mystery, passion, suspense, and the Old West as only L'Amour can tell them. The result is a collection that profoundly echoes the highs and lows of the human experience, while proving that life's most vital moments can occur when and where we least expect them.

  All of the classic L'Amour themes are represented: honor, loyalty, and standing up for what's right despite the odds. These dramatic stories grab hold of the reader with a power and immediacy unsurpassed by any other writer.

  An exotic island in the Coral Sea is transformed into a tropical nightmare when it's taken over by a band of hijackers-and only a daredevil pilot can stop their brutal carnage. A former boxer blows the lid off a vicious crime ring-and finds that his worst enemy is not a thug with a gun but his own tenacious curiosity. A down-on-his-luck rancher discovers the key to his own redemption- and desperately hopes that his revelation has not come too late for him to win the one thing he wants most of all. A private eye navigates the twists and turns of a labyrinthine whodunit-and proves that the greatest risk to a man's honor is his own greed.

  The title story, "With These Hands," is a powerful tale that celebrates the triumph of the human spirit, as an oil company executive finds himself the sole survivor of an Arctic plane crash.

  Fighting for his life against the perilous cold and looming starvation, he resists the temptation to surrender to death-only to discover a life-affirming strength he never knew he had.

  Vivid in scope and displaying the diverse talents of a master storyteller, the stories in With These Hands are certain to be treasured by both old and new fans, celebrating the incomparable imagination of a timeless American author.

  Contents Fighters Don't Dive With These Hands Corpse on the Carpet Six-Gun Stampede Pirates of the Sky The Sucker Switch Gloves for a Tiger Police Band Flight to Enbetu Dream Fighter Voyage to Tobalai *

  FIGHTERS DON'T DIVE

  Nimbly "Flash" Moran parried a jab and went in fast with a left to the wind. Stepping back, he let Breen get a breath. Then he flicked out a couple of lefts, put over an inside right, and as Breen bobbed into a crouch and tried to get in close, he clinched and tied him up.

  They broke, and Breen came in with a flurry of punches that slid off Moran's arms and shoulders. Then Moran's hip moved and a left hook that traveled no more than four inches snapped Breen up to his toes. Breen caught himself and staggered away.

  The gong sounded, and Flash Moran paused ... then he slapped Breen on the shoulder and trotted to his corner.

  Two men were standing there with Dan Kelly. He knew them both by sight. Mike McKracken, an ex-wrestler turned gambler, and "Blackie" Marollo, small-time racketeer.

  "You're lookin' good, kid," Kelly said. "This next one you should win."

  "You might, but you won't stop him," Marollo said, looking up. "Nobody knocks Barnaby out."

  McKracken studied Moran with cold eyes. "You got paper on him?" he asked Kelly.

  "I don't need any," Kelly said. "We work together."

  "Well, if you had it, I'd buy a piece," McKracken said.

  "I need a good middle. Money in that class now with Turner, Schmidt, and Demeray comin' up."

  "I wouldn't sell," Kelly said. "We're friends."

  "Yeah?" Marollo shot him a glance. "I'd hate to see somebody come along an' offer him a grand to sign up.

  You'd see how much friendship matters."

  Flash Moran looked at Marollo, then dropped to the floor beside him.

  "You've a rotten way of looking at things, Blackie," he said. "We aren't all dishonest, you know!"

  "You're pretty free with that lip of yours, kid. Maybe somebody will button it up one day. For keeps."

  Moran turned, pulled his robe around him, and started for the dressing room.

  "That kid better get wise or he won't last," Marollo said. "You tell him, Kelly."

  "You told him yourself," Kelly replied. "Didn't you?"

  Dan Kelly turned and walked up the aisle after Flash.

  Behind him, he heard Marollo's voice.

  "That punk. I'll fix him!"

  "You won't do nothin' of the kind," he heard McKracken growl. "We got too much ridin' on this to risk trouble."

  The voices faded out with the distance, and Kelly scowled.

  In the dressing room the trainer spoke up. "Keep an eye on Marollo, kid, he's all bad."

  "To the devil with him," Flash said. "I know his kind.

  He's tough as long as he has all the odds with him. When the chips are down, he'll turn yellow."

  "Maybe. But you'll never see him when he doesn't have the difference." Kelly looked at him curiously. "Where you goin' tonight?"

  "Out. Just lookin' around. Say, Dan, what do you suppose is bringing Marollo and McKracken around to the gym? One or the other's been down here five days in a row."

  "Probably sizing you up, figurin' the odds." Kelly knotted his tie. "Well. I've got a date with the wife."

  Shorty Kinsella was lining up a shot when Flash Moran walked into Brescia's Pool Room. He looked up.

  "Hiya, champ! How's about a game? I'm just winding up this one."

  He put the last ball in the corner and walked around, holding out his hand.

  Moran took it, grinning. "Sure, I'll play."

  "Better watch him." The man who Kinsella had played handed Shorty five dollars. "He's good!"

  Moran racked the balls. "Say, what do you know about Blackie Marollo?"

  Shorty's smile went out like a light. He broke, and ran up four, then looked at Flash thoughtfully.

  "Nothing. You shouldn't know anything either."

  Flash Moran watched Kinsella make a three-cushion shot. "The guy's got me wondering."

  "Well, don't. Not if you want to stay healthy."

  Flash Moran finished his game and went out. He paused on the corner and peeled the paper from a stick of chewing gum. If even Shorty Kinsella was afraid to talk about Marollo, there must be more behind Blackie than he'd thought.

  Suddenly, there was a man standing beside him. He was almost as tall as Moran, though somewhat heavier.

  He lit a cigarette, and as the match flared, he looked up at Flash over his cupped hands.

  "Listen, sonny," he said, "I heard you askin' a lot of questions about Marollo in there. Well, cut it out . . . get me?"

  "Roll your hoop." Flash turned easily. "I'll ask what I want, when I want."

  The man's hand flashed, and in that instant of time, Flash saw the blackjack. He threw up his left arm and blocked the blow by catching the man's forearm on his own. Then he struck. It was a right, short and wicked, into the man's wind.

  Moran had unlimbered a hard blow, and the man was in no shape to take it. With a grunt he started to fall and then Moran slashed him across the face with the edge of his hand. He felt the man's nose crunch, and as the fellow dropped, Moran stepped over him and walked around the corner.

  So, Blackie Marollo didn't like to be talked a
bout? Just who was Blackie Marollo, anyway?

  Up the street there was a Chinese joint, a place he knew.

  He went in, found an empty booth, and sat down. He was scowling, thoughtfully. There would be trouble. He had busted up one of Marollo's boys, and he imagined Blackie wouldn't like it. If a guy had to hire muscle, he had to keep their reputation. If it was learned they could be pushed around with impunity, everybody would be trying it.

  Moran was eating a bowl of chicken and fried rice when the girl came in. She was slim, long-legged, and blond, and when she smiled her eyes twinkled merrily. She had another girl with her, a slender brunette.

  She turned, glancing around the room, and their eyes met. Too late he tried to look indifferent, but his face burned and he knew his embarrassment had shown. She smiled and turned back to the other girl.

  When the girls sat down, she was facing him. He cursed himself for a fool, a conceited fool to be thinking a girl of her quality would care to know anyone who earned his living in the ring.

  Several times Moran's and the girl's eyes caught. Then Gow came into the room and saw him. Immediately, he hurried over, his face all smiles.

  "Hiya, Flash! Long time no see!"

  "I've been meaning to come in."

  "How are you going to do with the Soldier?"

  "Think I'll beat him. How're the odds?"

  "Six to five. He's the favorite. Genzel was in, the fellow who runs that bar around the corner. He said it was a cinch to go the limit."

  For an instant, Flash was jolted out of his thinking of the girl.

  "Genzel? Isn't he one of Marollo's boys?"

  "Yes. And Marollo usually knows ... he doesn't know about this one, does he, Flash?"

  "Hell no!" he paused a moment. "Gow," he said. "Take a note to that girl over there for me, will you?"

  Hurriedly, Moran scribbled a few lines.

  I'd like to talk to you. If the answer is yes, nod your head when you look at me. If it is no, the evening will still be lovely, even if not so exciting.

  REILLY MORAN

  Gow shrugged, took the note, and wandered across the room. Flash Moran felt himself turning crimson and looked down. When he looked up, his eyes met those of the girl, and she nodded, briefly.

  He got up, straightened his coat, and walked across the room. As he came alongside the table, she looked up.

  "I'm Ruth Connor," she said, smiling. "This is Hazel Dickens. Do you always eat alone?"

  She moved over and made a place for him beside her in the booth.

  "No," he said. "Usually with a friend."

  "Girl?" Ruth asked, smiling at him.

  "No. My business partner. We're back here from San Francisco."

  "Are you?" she asked. "I lived there for a while. On Nob Hill."

  "Oh." He grinned suddenly. "Not me. I came from the Mission District."

  Ruth looked at him curiously.

  "You did? Why, that's where all those tough Irish boys come from. You don't look like them!"

  He looked at her again. "Well, maybe I don't," he said quietly. "You can come a long way from the Mission District without getting out of it, though. But probably that's just what I am . . . one of those tough Irish boys."

  For a moment, their eyes held. He stared at her, confused and a little angry. She seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of him but she didn't seem to really be putting him down. So many times with girls this very thing happened, it was like a test but it was one he kept failing. Her friend stayed quiet and he was unsure of what to say or how to proceed.

  The door opened then and three men came in. Flash grew cold all over.

  "Sit still," he told the girls softly. "No matter what happens."

  The men came over. Two of them had their hands in their coat pockets. They looked like Italians.

  "Get up." The man who spoke was short, very dark, and his face was pockmarked. "Get up now."

  Flash got to his feet slowly. His mind was working swiftly. If he'd been alone, in spite of it being Gow's place, he might have swung.

  "Okay," Moran said, pleasantly. "I was expecting you."

  The dark man looked at him. "You was expectin' us?"

  "Yes," Flash said. "When I had to slug your friend, I expected there would be trouble. So I called the D. A.'s office."

  "You did what?" There was consternation in the man's voice.

  "He's bluffing, Rice," one of the men said. "It's a bluff."

  "We'll see!" Rice's eyes gleamed with cunning. "Tell us what the D. A.'s number is."

  Flash felt a sudden emptiness inside.

  "It was ..." He scowled, as if trying to remember... "It was seven ... something."

  "No," Ruth Connor said suddenly. "Seven was the second number. It was three-seven-four-four-seven."

  Rice's eyes dropped to the girl, swept her figure with an appraising glance.

  "Okay," he said, his eyes still on the girl. "Check it, Polack."

  The man addressed, biggest of the three, turned to the phone book, and leafed through it quickly. He looked up.

  "Hey, boss," he said triumphantly. "He's wrong, the number is different."

  "It was his home phone," Ruth said, speaking up. "He called him at home. No one is in the office at this time of the night."

  Rice stared at her. "You're buttin' in too much, babe," he said. "If I were you, I'd keep my trap shut."

  The Polack came over, carrying the book.

  "She's right, Rice. It's Grade three-seven-four-fourseven!"

  Rice stared at Moran, his eyes ugly. "We'll be waitin', see? I know your name is Reilly."

  "My name is Reilly Moran," Flash said. "Just so you know where to look."

  "Flash Moran?" Rice's eyes widened and his face went white. "... who fights Barnaby the day after tomorrow?"

  "Right," Moran said, surprised at the effect of his name.

  Rice backed up hurriedly.

  "Let's get out of here," he said.

  Without another word, the three hoodlums turned and hurried out.

  For a full minute, Moran stared after them. Now what was up? No man with a gun in his pocket is going to be afraid of a fighter. If they'd been afraid they wouldn't have come. They could tell by what he did to the first man that he was no pantywaist. Moran shook his head in bewilderment and sat down.

  Ruth and the other girl were staring at Moran.

  "Thanks," he said. "That was a bad spot. I had no idea what the district attorney's number was."

  "So you're Flash Moran, the prizefighter?" Ruth Connor said slowly. There was a different expression in her eyes.

  "Why were those men so frightened when they heard your name?"

  "They weren't," he said. "I can't understand why they acted that way." He stood up. "I guess I'd better be taking you home. It isn't safe now."

  They stood up.

  "Don't bother," Ruth Connor said, "I'm calling for my own car." She held out her hand. "It's been nice."

  He looked into her eyes for a moment, then he felt something go out of him.

  "All right," he said. "Good night."

  He turned and walked swiftly outside.

  Dan Kelly was sitting up in the armchair when Moran came into the apartment that they'd rented, his wife was already in bed. The old trainer looked up at him out of his shrewd blue eyes. He didn't have to look long.

  "What's the matter?"

  Briefly, Moran told him. At the end, Kelly whistled softly.

  "Dixie Rice, was it? He's bad, son. All bad. I didn't know Rice was working for Blackie. Times have changed."

  Moran looked at him. "I wonder who that girl was?" he mused. "She was beautiful! The loveliest girl I ever saw."

  "She knew the D. A.'s number?" Dan scowled. "Might be a newspaper reporter."

  "Well, what about tomorrow?"

  "Tomorrow? You skip rope three rounds, shadowbox three rounds, and take some body exercise. That's all.

  Then rest all you can."

  In the morning, Flash Moran slept late. It
was unusual for him, but he forced himself to stay in bed and rest. Finally, he got up and shaved. It would be his last shave before the fight. He always went into the ring with a day's growth of beard.

  He was putting away his shaving kit when there was a rap on the door. Dan Kelly had gone, and Moran was alone. He hesitated only an instant, remembering Blackie Marollo, then he stepped over and opened the door. It was hardly open before a man stepped in and closed it behind him.

  "Well?" Moran said. "Who the hell are you?"

  "I'm Soldier Barnaby, Flash." For an instant, Flash looked at him, noting the hard, capable face, the black hair and swarthy cheeks, the broad, powerful shoulders, and the big hands. The Soldier pulled a chair over and sat astride of it. "We got to have a talk."

  "If you want to work it, don't talk to me. I don't play the game. I just fight."

  The Soldier grinned. "I fight, too. I don't want a setup.

  Not exactly."

  He was studying Moran coolly. "You know," he said.

  "You'll make a good champ-if you play it on the level."

  He hesitated a moment. "You know Blackie Marollo?"

  Flash Moran's eyes hardened a little. "Sure. Why?"

  "Marollo's got something on my wife." The Soldier leaned forward. "She's a square kid, but she slipped up once, and Blackie knows it. If I don't do what he says, he's going to squeal. It means my wife goes to the pen ... I got two kids."

  "And what does he want?"

  "Marollo says I go down before the tenth round. He says I take it on the chin. Not an easy one, as he wants it to be the McCoy."

  Flash Moran sat down suddenly. This explained a lot of things. It explained why Marollo was watching him. It explained why, when they found out who he was, the gangsters had backed out of beating him up.

  "Well, why see me?" Moran asked. "What can I do?"

  "One thing-don't stop me before the tenth, even if you get a chance."

  "Not before the tenth? But I thought you said it was in the tank?"

  "I talked it over with the wife. I told her I was going sooner or later anyway, that you were a good kid and would make a good champ, and that I'd sooner you had it than the others. I knew you were on the level, knew Dan was, too.

  "But she said, nothing doing. She said that she'd take the rap rather than see this happen. That if I lose this fight for Blackie, he'll force me to do other things. Eventually, I'll have to kill him or become a crook.

 

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