The hoofbeats were so loud they sounded like cannon shots as the outlaw’s horse raced past him, missing him by mere inches. He would have sworn he felt the animal’s hot breath against his face. Eden screamed again as Bill rolled and came up on one knee. He could see the top of her head and her thrashing legs in a long gray skirt, but the outlaw’s broad back shielded the rest of her from his sight. Bill lifted his gun and started to fire, but his finger froze on the trigger before he squeezed off a shot. It was possible the bullet would go all the way through the outlaw’s body and hit Eden, too. He couldn’t take that chance. Maybe Mordecai could stop the man. But as he looked past the rider who had grabbed Eden, Bill saw one of the other bank robbers thrust his pistol in Mordecai’s direction and pull the trigger. Flame gouted from the gun muzzle, and Mordecai was driven backward by the slug’s impact, away from the barrel where he’d been crouching. The deputy landed on the boardwalk in a limp sprawl.
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