CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Emily said, “The simplest thing to do would be just to shoot him.” The gun in her hand—Buckhorn’s own that she had picked up—was already pointed in his general direction. “One more shot won’t bring the posse down on us any faster.” Buckhorn sneered at her. “Trust me, girl, I know cold-blooded killers when I see them . . . and none of you three fit that description.” “He’s right,” Ace said. “We can’t kill him. But we can do this.” Without any more warning than that, he stepped forward, reversed the Colt in his hand, and slammed the butt against Buckhorn’s head. The gunfighter’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground, stunned. Ace holstered his gun and knelt to search inside Buckhorn’s coat. Emily frowned. “What are you doing? We need to get out of here!” Ace found a handkerchief, balled it up, and thrust it into the bullet wound in Buckhorn’s shoulder. “We can’t leave him here unconscious without doing something to slow down the bleeding from that wound.
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