Iron Eyes 10 by Rory Black

Author:Rory Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: murder, colt 45, us southwest, western ebook, apache indians, piccadilly publishing, best western ebook, outlaws of the old west, iron eyes westerns
Publisher: Piccadilly

Iron Eyes pulled back on his reins and felt the tired animal beneath him slow to a stop. His keen eyes required little help from the bright moon which had replaced the burning sun. He just knew where the four outlaws were.

The sod structure blended into the background well. No light escaped from its wooden shutters or doorjamb but the smoke from its chimney had led the bounty hunter straight to it anyway.

He sat motionless atop the weary horse. A thousand times he had been in a similar situation. His mind raced as the night breeze moved his long mane of black hair. Now it was down to killing.

Killing creatures who deserved the justice he was willing to dish out. He wondered how much they were all worth. He had paper for only Craven and Layne in his pockets, that came to a princely sum. He knew that Klute Varney and the two other riders had to be worth more. A lot more.

His only problem was finding a town where he might be able to collect the reward money before his prey rotted. He knew that Silver Springs was a long ride away but it had law and the ability to pay him for his hard work.

Iron Eyes had started out chasing two wanted souls but now found he had a quartet of outlaws trapped. A crooked smile crossed his lips.

There was profit here. He could smell it as clearly as he could smell the smoke that drifted down from the blackened chimney stack.

Silently he slid down to the ground. His long thin legs absorbed the shock of the impact in well-rehearsed action.

The bounty hunter studied the area.

The outlaws’ four horses had been unsaddled and tethered to the rear of the soddy. That pleased Iron Eyes. It meant there was no quick escape for any of them.

It took a long time even for well-practiced men to saddle a horse in the best of situations. This was not going to be the best of situations for those he sought. It would be all they could manage to do just to remain alive under his onslaught.

Iron Eyes grabbed his reins and secured them to a large rock at his feet. He knew that even the most faithful of horses shied when the shooting started. This creature, that he had spurred and whipped mercilessly, would run for sure when the first shot was fired given half a chance. The tall bounty hunter would not risk losing his mount in this remote land. He opened one of the flaps of his saddle-bags and pulled out a whiskey bottle. Three inches of the fiery liquor remained. He tore its cork from the bottle neck and spat it away.

He would not require it again.

Holding the bottle to his thin, scarred lips, Iron Eyes tilted his head back and started to swallow the liquor. It did not take long for most of the bottle’s contents to be consumed. Most but not all.

Iron Eyes stopped when there was a mere half-inch of whiskey left in the bottle.

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