Sidewinders#2 Massacre At Whiskey Flats by Johnstone William W. & Johnstone J.A

Author:Johnstone, William W. & Johnstone, J.A. [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2008-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

She insisted on making their evening rounds with them, and since there were now four of them, Bo suggested that they split up, two taking each side of the street. Before Reilly could suggest that Rawhide go with him, Bo said, “Rawhide, you’re with me.” He didn’t want the two of them spending a lot of time alone together. Rawhide was a smart girl; she might tumble to the fact that Reilly wasn’t actually who he was pretending to be without either Bo or Scratch around to cover for him.

Reilly looked a little disappointed. Bo knew that he was still attracted to Rawhide, despite the fact that she had given him absolutely no reason so far to think that she might ever be interested in him in a romantic way. Just the opposite, in fact. But Reilly didn’t protest, and so the foursome split up, Bo and Rawhide taking the left side of the street, Scratch and Reilly the right.

They made their way south along Main Street and crossed the bridge. That section of town was quiet again tonight.

It didn’t stay that way, though. As Bo and Rawhide approached Emerson’s Royal Flush Saloon, which like the Abbott & Carson Emporium on the other side of town took up the front of an entire block by itself, glass suddenly shattered ahead of them. Bo and Rawhide instinctively reached for their guns as the man who had just been thrown through the saloon’s front window sailed across the boardwalk, crashed through the railing, and landed hard in the street, rolling over a couple of times before coming to a stop.

“Sweet Lord of Mercy!” Rawhide burst out, a pretty mild exclamation for her. “Who could have tossed a fella hard enough to do that?” She answered her own question a second later as a realization obviously hit her. “He’s back in town, blast it!”

“Who?” Scratch asked, but before Rawhide could answer, a massive, shaggy head was poked out through the broken window and a voice like the rumble of a stampeding buffalo herd spoke up.

“Did I kill him? Did I bust him to pieces? Damn tinhorn tried to cheat me!”

Men crowded around the batwings inside the saloon to peer out curiously as Bo hurried to the side of the man who had been tossed through the saloon window like a rag doll. Having heard the commotion, Scratch and Reilly came running from the other side of the street.

The unfortunate victim had come to a stop on his belly. Bo knelt beside him and rolled him over. The man groaned in pain, confirming that he was still alive. The giant looking out through the busted window snorted in disgust and withdrew, evidently disappointed that the hombre he had manhandled so roughly was still alive.

The man’s face was already swelling and turning dark with bruises. His attacker must have cuffed him around some before flinging him through the window. He cried out in pain as Bo tried to lift him into a sitting position.

“He probably

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