“I don’t have to explain anything.” Theresa tilted her chin defiantly. “You are if you want me to help you.” “Who said that I did? And why would you want to help me, anyway?” He gestured toward the piece of paper she still clutched in her hand. “That receipt proves I’m on your side. I think the f...
The Kid and Annabelle took turns standing guard, as usual. Father Jardine didn’t even ask to take a turn, since The Kid had made it clear that he didn’t think it was a good idea. The Father just crawled under the wagon and went to sleep instead. The Kid never lost the uneasy feeling that nagged a...
The man was older than him, around forty, with a lot of gray in his hair. He wasn’t as gaunt as some of the other men, which meant he hadn’t been there as long as they had. He had dark hollows under his eyes, the same as all the other prisoners. It didn’t take long for those to form, in that unde...
The rest of the evening and the night that followed passed quietly. He couldn’t help wondering if Lorraine Eastman had managed to get on that eastbound train and leave Carson City, but he didn’t care enough to find out. He and Arturo had been traveling light on their cross-country journey, but on...
He twisted aside and brought up the rifle in his hands. Metal rang against metal as the Winchester’s barrel deflected the knife aimed at his throat. The Apache crashed into him, driving him off his feet. The Kid managed to hang on to the rifle as he rolled over. Levering the Winchester, he swung ...