The Ghost Of Iron Eyes (An Iron Eyes Western Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
There was no noise quite like the sound of an arrow being released from an Apache bowstring and cutting through the air. Even in his confused state, the tall lean man knew that an arrow had been fired at him. He ducked down and saw the arrow shatter against the rocks just above him. ‘Apache!’ Iron Eyes growled, hauling both his guns from the deep pockets of his weathered coat. ‘Ain’t they ever gonna leave me be?’ Without even thinking, his thumbs engaged the hammers until they locked into position. He screwed up his eyes and stared desperately into the heat haze before him. He still could not make out the figure clearly but knew that, yet again, one of his most hated enemies had come to try and claim his scalp. So many other Apaches had tried to do the same thing over the years. They had all failed. As Iron Eyes lowered himself on to the hot sand with his Navy Colts aimed straight ahead, he knew that this time it might be a different story. For he was drained of vital fluids and could barely managed to concentrate, let alone fight.
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