Staring Down The Devil (A Lou Prophet Western #5) - Plot & Excerpts
When the men were gone, Prophet waited for an oar wagon and two beleaguered-looking horseback drifters to pass, then hefted his saddlebags on his shoulder, adjusted the Winchester in his right hand, and walked across the street, the ten-gauge Coach gun dangling from the lanyard down his back. “What’s all the commotion?” he asked the old gent sitting on the Gay Inn’s front porch, smoking a pipe. “You got me,” the gent said. “I heard two blasts come from thataway, and seen men runnin’. Probably a couple miners fightin’ over whores again.” The geezer wheezed a laugh and stuck his pipe back in his teeth. Prophet wagged his head with disgust. “What’s the world comin’ to, with men fightin’ over whores?” “Oh, I’d say about the same thing it was comin’ to about six thousand years ago,” the old gent speculated, sucking his pipe stem and exhaling smoke from his nose, gazing across the street with a self-satisfied expression on his craggy face. Prophet chuckled.
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