Blood Bond 10 The Hanging Road by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The conversation with the two old-timers from Texas hadn’t gone as well as Matt and Sam had hoped it would, but neither of them were really surprised by that. All Bo and Scratch had seen of Terri Kelly was a plucky young widow beset by troubles and menaced by a man who was undoubtedly really out to drive her from her ranch and grab the spread for himself. But the fact that Junius Cole actually was a ruthless son of a bitch didn’t mean that Terri was innocent. Matt was still mighty curious about the way William Kincaid had really met his death. The rest of the night passed quietly. Matt and Sam were both convinced that Cole would make another move against Charity and the Silver Belle sooner or later, but after the violence of the past couple of days, he might wait a while before trying anything else. For one thing, he had lost quite a few men and probably needed to come up with some more hired guns, and for another, even though he controlled Buffalo Flat, he had to be careful not to be too blatantly lawless. There were still

some honest folks who lived here, and if Cole ran too roughshod over the citizenry, some of them might take it on themselves to go to Denver and complain to the governor. With his tame sheriff backing him up, the last thing Cole would want would be for outside authorities to come in and start poking around. So he would bide his time until he was convinced it was the right moment to strike again. That might be a day from now, or a week, Matt reflected, but the one thing you could count on was that sooner or later that moment would come. And when it did, the air would once again be filled with the smell of gun smoke. . . . In the meantime, after another fine breakfast prepared the next morning by Lydia, the blood brothers saddled their horses and took the western trail out of Buffalo Flat, heading for the Prophet Mountains and the Half Moon Ranch. As they rode out of the settlement, they weren’t aware of the eyes watching them from inside the Colorado Palace. Even though it was fairly early in the morning, Lucas Tate already had a drink in front of him on the bar. He never slept much. A barely contained rage was banked within him, and that heat was fueled by the whiskey he consumed almost nonstop. It kept him awake most nights. That, and the ghosts of the men he had killed, going all the way back to the first one when Tate had been only sixteen years old. Sixteen or not, he’d been a man full growed. A man capable of jerking iron and pulling trigger faster than most men. A couple of decades had rolled past since then, and Tate had lost track of exactly how many men had fallen to his gun.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.