Chapter 36

“You can’t get off here, Mister—” the giant was continuing, when the words were blotted out. Annister’s right fist, behind it the full weight of his two hundred pounds of iron-hard muscle, curved in a short arc; there was a spanking thud. The big man, lifted from his feet, crashed into the front door-frame, slumping face downward in an aimless huddle of sprawling limbs. “The hell you say!” grinned Black Steve Annister, leaping lightly to the platform, with never a backward glance. Such was the manner of his coming.…