Alone? For now. The others are coming.
Afraid? Only a fool wouldn't be. These
three
killed, would do it again without remorse.
Determined? You bet! No man drops a Ponderosa hand and kidnaps my brother with impunity.
"Stand!
Shuck those gunbelts. Kick 'em away. You okay, Hoss?
Eyes narrow, flicker. Movement. Damn,
a belly
gun! Don't think; pull; hold down
the kick. The awful thud of lead on flesh! Blood.
Shad
crumpling.
Watch the others. Five rounds left.
"Nobody else try it! Get their weapons,
Hoss."
Hoofbeats. Thank God! Joe found Pa,
Roy.
Justice served. Another death to
haunt me.
Gwynne