He rubbed his sweaty palms along the sides of his jeans, formed a fist, and pounded the screen door twice. His heart was caterwhomping in his chest.It was barely dawn. Most ranchers hereabouts had already done an hour or two of work and were heading for the Kincaid Hotel in town to have a cup of ...
IF MISS DEVLIN HOPED SHE HAD SEEN THE LAST OF the gunslinger she was sadly mistaken. At first she attributed their frequent encounters over the following week to coincidence. Upon reflection, she was forced to revise that opinion. For wherever she went, the gunslinger showed up, just like a bad...
Hollander’s colleagues at the hospital. On Friday morning, he headed to Austin to make his weekly report to Captain Buckelew at Ranger Headquarters. He could have done it by phone, but ever since Jack was nine, and his own father, also a Texas Ranger, had died in the line of duty, Harley Buckelew...
Drake Bassett kicked at one of several broken whiskey kegs that littered the ground. Pike Hardesty had brought him up to the butte overlooking town to see for himself the damage that had been done. Drake was used to opposition; he had learned how to crush it. But this Masked Marauder was turning ...
He grabbed the reins, gave the team a slap, and headed the wagon out of town. Patch scooted as close to Ethan as she could and threaded her arm through his. “What did the sheriff say?” “That I’m wasting my time. There never was any investigation, so he doesn’t have any information to share with m...