The Spurs Of Iron Eyes (Iron Eyes Western #3) - Plot & Excerpts
Although still early, no daylight reached this cell of a room buried within the heart of the chapel. As the priest closed the door behind him he watched as Iron Eyes paced towards the old man who lay upon the crude cot. He said nothing as he pulled a chair away from a table and sat down beside the fatigued man. Father Jose moved to the cot and ran his hand over the fevered brow of the old man. ‘I have brought a friend, Pablo.’ The man raised himself up onto an elbow and nodded at the thin-faced Iron Eyes. This man is known to me and my people, Father,’ Pablo said weakly. This is Iron Eyes.’ ‘You know of me?’ Iron Eyes raised an eyebrow as if unable to believe an honest man of the soil could have heard of anyone as infamous as himself. ‘Si, you are Iron Eyes, the hunter of evil men,’ Pablo sighed smiling. Iron Eyes looked at Father Jose, who was taking a seat next to the cot, with a confused expression carved across his sharp features. ‘What’s going on here, Jose?’ The question was blunt but well placed and made both his companions look hard in his direction.
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