He bit back a groan as he climbed out of his bunk. But he was better off than Hank Cushman. At least he was still alive. The Kid was aware that more prisoners than usual were looking at him as he and Schofield filed into the mess hall with the rest ...
He would need to be alert, with all his senses functioning at top efficiency. For that reason, he went upstairs and forced himself to lie down on the bed in the guest room. He couldn’t bring himself to stretch out by himself on the bed he normally shared with Rebel. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, an...
“What are you talking about?” he said. “I haven’t even told you my name yet.” Augustine waved a well-manicured hand. “Your name doesn’t matter. You come in here wearing buckskins and boots and a big hat, and you’ve got a Colt strapped on like you’re some sort of gunslinger. But you sip that brand...