She gazed in the direction he was staring and beheld three riders, far off. “How can you tell they’re Indians?” she demanded. She couldn’t make out any of their features. Stumpy half rose out of the seat. “I can’t tell what they are,” he said, “but if Jericho says they are...
A tin mess plate clattered on the dirt floor. Sidorov, a young private with the sniper unit for only two weeks, had thrown the plate at Shaikin. The two men’s voices swelled. She stared across the room at them, both standing, ready for blows. ...
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His men should have been back by mid-morning at the latest. But here it was late afternoon and still no sign of them. Knox sat in a rocking chair on the front porch of his ranch house and stared to the east. He’d been sitting there for hours. When the screen door creaked h...