Comanche Sunset by Rosanne Bittner

Author:Rosanne Bittner [Bittner, Rosanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781682303351
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2016-03-26T23:00:00+00:00

“Oh, my God,” Deaver muttered when they came upon the scene. He curled his nose at the stench, as did the others, as they slowly came to a halt near the overturned stagecoach. Enders ordered everyone to dismount and make a search to find evidence of a woman being aboard, but it took only a moment to spot the ripped, blue and white dress lying not far from the coach.

One of the men held it up, and Enders dismounted, walking up to the man, his eyes blazing with anger and revenge. He grabbed the dress from the man, holding it in a shaking hand. “Sons of bitches,” he finally shouted. “Damn them! Damn them all!” He threw down the dress, walking away with clenched fists.

“What a shame,” someone muttered.

“This one over here looks like old Nick, the driver that’s come through the fort so many times,” someone else spoke up, covering his mouth then with a neckerchief. He stood near a body riddled with arrows.

“There’s another one here under the coach, mostly burned up,” someone else spoke up.

“What a mess,” came another voice.

“Get out the damn shovels and start digging,” Enders ordered angrily. “And dig fast! We’ve got to get back to the fort and report this, maybe convince Howell to go after the bastards that did this! My God, I don’t see a woman’s body anyplace. She could still be alive, still be with them!” He stormed up to the coach and kicked at its charred remains. “Check inside the coach,” he added. “Count the bodies, and try to find some identification.”

“Good God, it looks like this one was tortured first,” someone shouted, standing near Buck’s body in the distance. “He must have a hundred stab wounds.” He pushed the stiffened body over on its back. “Somebody finally put a bullet in his head and put him out of his misery.”

“I wonder what happened to the horses,” said another.

“Comanche probably took them—maybe for food. Them team horses ain’t much good to the Comanche for ridin’. They prefer somethin’ smaller and quicker.”

“Quit gabbing and get the bodies buried,” Enders repeated. He walked back to his horse, raging inside that his pleasure had been stolen from him, wasted on Comanche renegades.

“What if you do find her?” Deaver asked him, coming up to him from behind. “You know what shape she’d be in by then, Tony. She’d be no use to you.”

Enders took a flask of whiskey from his supplies and swallowed some. “I’d at least have the pleasure of stealing her back,” he snarled, “and killing some of the bastards who took her!” He swallowed more whiskey.

“Then what?”

“Hell, I don’t know. I’d send her back to where she came from, I reckon. Maybe answer one of those other women who wrote me. What pisses me off is this one was the prettiest, if you can go by her picture.”

“And how in hell are you going to afford to bring another woman out?”

Enders sighed, shoving the flask back into his gear. “How the hell do I know? I’ll get the money somehow.

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