CUT AND RUN THERE WAS in Ben Reifel the sudden leap of a wicked fury. Muscle ridged the cant of his jaw and his mouth was tight across clenched teeth as he thought of all that wasted riding and remembered the smugness in Breen’s yellow stare. He cursed as he pushed himself erect. He kicked the di...
In the trapped heat of the yard the sun’s white glare was like the breath from a furnace and drought had turned the thin fringe of grass along the south fence into the same dead color as the hoof-tracked dust that stretched unbroken between the dead gray walls of the outfit’s buildings. In the br...
The gunfighter after a while got up and went dragging off into the dark; Farraday, knowing the risk, permitted this, not even bothering to move away from the fire. Having no idea what kind of food he was putting into him, he went on with his eating, forcing the stuff down, disregarding the girl a...
Sucking in a long breath he came out of it, following the prisoner, pushing him into one of the cells, yanking the grill shut. He wiped the sweat off his neck and tramped on up the corridor. “A fine thing, peon, rambling around this place with a gun in your hand. You trying to get yourself shot?”...