Lanahan’s large clapboard house in Whiskey Bend, Lightning Wade Hornady lay propped up against his pillow on a narrow bed in the corner of the small room he now shared with Sheriff Fred Hall from Goble. Hornady still wore an ankle cuff and a three-foot length of chain that held him to the bed fra...
Pot after pot of water rose from under the ground and emptied into the stone reservoir. “Hurry the hell up, little fellow,” said Clyde, standing naked and filthy beside the tin tub that was still only half-full. His clothes lay in a heap in the dirt, his Colt lying atop them. “Why don’t you have ...
But when the gunfire ended, the two only looked at each other knowingly and turned back to the matter at hand. In the campfire light, Sam had taken strips of fresh cloth torn from a spare shirt and washed them in hot water. He’d hung them to dry near the fire while he’d washed Lupo’s wounds, stit...