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Chapters (25)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. Teaser chapter

“In ’bout an hour,” she replied. “I’ve got a ham in the oven that’s just about ready to take out. And when it’s out of the oven, I’ll bake biscuits and cook the beans.”

“That’s good, maybe I’ll just have another drink while I’m waitin’ for the boys to come eat,” Booth said. “Too bad Hawk didn’t stay to eat with us.”

“That would make your problem a lot easier to take care of, wouldn’t it?” Bodine remarked.

“That’s a fact,” Booth answered with a smug grin. Then he walked through the store to the front window, just on the chance he might have a clear shot at Hawk, and get this business taken care of right then. He drew his .44 when he saw Hawk step up into the saddle, and quickly went over to the door, opening it just enough to see the yard. As he raised his pistol to aim at him, Hawk rode to the other side of the wagon with Jacob and his grandson on the seat. Then they moved out of the yard, toward the road, making it a harder shot with a pistol, but still worth the risk. Booth stepped quickly out on the porch and steadied his arm against the post. Setting his sight on the broad back of the rangy rider, he started to squeeze the trigger, only to have his target disappear. Startled, Booth hesitated, baffled by Hawk’s sudden slide over on the side of his horse, leaving Booth no shot. It struck him then. “The son of a bitch knew I might take a shot at him,” he muttered aloud. You were lucky this time, he thought. You came walking in here with that old man and that threw me off. If you’d come walking in here by yourself, I would have shot you down, just on the chance you were following us.

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

“What the hell?” Jacob blurted. “I thought you was fixin’ to fall offa your horse.”

“Nope, I was just checkin’ somethin’ I thought I saw on Rascal’s front leg.” He straightened up in the saddle again as they rode up the path to the road. “It wasn’t anything, though. I reckon I’m just seein’ things.” With a couple of trees blocking the line of sight between him and the front of the store now, he felt there was no danger of catching a .44 bullet in his back. It might have been an unnecessary move, rolling over behind Rascal like that, but he felt certain he had been talking to one of Booth’s men in the saloon. And if he was, the odds were mighty good there would be a shot coming his way. He wasn’t sure, but he also thought he had felt a little itch between his shoulder blades when he climbed on his horse.