Black Horse Western
28 total works
Clay Belmont, a Texas Ranger, was sent to Peso County to clean up the rustling, and soon found himself in far more trouble than he bargained for. Despite saving pretty Tilda Camford from being kidnapped, he managed to get himself captured by some hard cases who threatened to bury him in the desert.
From Mexico, Raven heard of Beths enquiries, so he travelled to Texas to stop her. He had spent year searching for Stig Ivey before he tired of that life. Now he was back and Stig was soon to be back as well. Now with all his prowess with a gun Raven must face killers, lawmen and rustlers, but above all the outlaws that killed his kin.
Reed Bannerman was to take a job as deputy to the town marshal of Greasewood. Gold had been discovered in the nearby hills and its frightening influence affected everyone in town. The explosive mix of gold and jealousy was destined to give Bannerman the fight of his life.
A puff of gun smoke erupted from the broken window and Moran fired at it without seeming to aim. A bullet whined past his head and he fired two more shots through the window while moving for cover at the right-hand side of the shack. A man emerged at a run from the ramshackle building, triggering a stream of lead at Moran, who dropped to one knee, his gun replying with deadly accuracy. The man fell face-down in the dust and did not move again. Moran got up and ran to the front window. He saw movement there and tossed a slug into it. A man pitched to the floor inside the shack. Moran reached the window, gasping, breath searing his throat, shoulders heaving. Sweat was running down his face. 'Hold your fire, Soldier-boy,' Shorten yelled from inside. 'My two men are down and done for. They started shooting against my orders. I ain't fool enough to tangle with the Army while I'm working for them.' 'Come out of the shack with your hands up,' Moran rasped….
Banham cocked his gun. The remaining two men came up off the floor side by side, guns smoking. Banham fired. The nearest man toppled over as the slug thudded into his chest and broke two ribs before piercing his heart. The last man was already levelling his gun. Banham shaded him, fired first, and a torrent of blood erupted from his adversary's mouth when the half-inch chunk of lead tore out his throat….
Forder managed to get into a sitting position. He was half-turned away from Carter. His right hand was sliding inside his jacket, reaching into his left armpit. Carter watched him until the hand reappeared from the jacket, saw it was holding a gun, and lunged forward to grapple with him. While Carter was concentrating on Forder, Cassie produced a .41 derringer from under a cloth on the table and turned on him, her face contorted with desperation. She fired the weapon. The crash of the shot filled the small room with gun thunder. Carter felt the impact of the slug as if he had been struck by lightning. Pain lanced through him, although, momentarily, he had no idea where he had been hit. His sense of balance fled, and he became aware that the floor was coming up to hit him in the face. At the impact, he lost consciousness….
At that moment all hell broke loose. Both interlopers started shooting. The stable was filled with gun thunder and spurting muzzle flame. Kelf flowed into action with his customary speed, firing a shot before his gun barely cleared its holster. The nearest man, holding the can, was hit as he squeezed off his first shot. He jerked and buckled at the knees, struck dead centre by Kelf's deadly shooting. Wreathed in gun smoke, his gun spilled from his hand and he sprawled on the ground, jerking spasmodically. Thompson stepped level with Kelf, thrust his shot gun forward and squeezed the trigger. The long gun blasted like a cannon and the second man seemed to fade away, blood spurting from multiple wounds caused by the whirling load of buckshot. He went down like a leaf blowing in a storm.