While most of the gunmen traded shots with the defenders, several of them brought out torches—lengths of cloth soaked in kerosene and wrapped around pieces of wood. With torches blazing brightly, the riders got ready to throw them at various buildings while their friends c...
The circular depression was less than half a mile wide. Night had fallen and it was difficult to be sure where he was going, but he thought he was headed toward the ridge where Whitfield and the others had been ambushed. Maybe the horses were still somewhere on the other side of it. He knew that ...
Ollie, with his massive muscles, did most of the work. The bodies of the avenging angels were left where they had fallen. Conrad was tired of wasting time and effort on fanatical, cold-blooded killers. Once Todd was laid to rest, the group moved on quickly. They found the horses ridden by Leather...
Lum said. “Riding away.” “Good,” Dora DeClare said. “We don’t want anyone else doing our job for us.” “Do you see the woman?” Shade Shannon said. “I want to see the woman.” “She’s inside,” Dora said. She smiled the smile that so often transformed her beautiful face into the evil caricature of a w...