Dust Of The Damned (9781101554005) (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
The trio of ghoul hunters ate without speaking, fatigued from the long pull down from Colorado. Afterward, they left gold coins on the table and headed on back to the Santa Catalina Inn, where they muttered their intentions of rising at dawn and heading out before sunrise. Zane went into his musty room furnished simply with a few sticks of crude furniture and a crucifix over the lumpy bed with its corn-shuck mattress and moisture-stained pillow. He opened a shutter to the cool, desert air, taking a deep breath of the sage and the perfume-like fragrance of burning piñon pine and mesquite. Standing at the window, hearing the mournful strains of a mandolin twanging in some smoky cantina and the love moans of a soiled dove in the whorehouse that slumped on the other side of this dark side street, its shaded windows showing pink lamplight, Zane kicked out of his boots and stripped down to his balbriggans, which stretched across his broad-shouldered frame like buckskin soaked in a creek, then dried and shrunk in the hot sun.
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