“He carefully picked his way toward the rear of the stable. He felt sure the front of the stable would be watched.For the first time since he had arrived in Bury, the town was silent. No wagons rattled up and down the streets. No riders moving in and out of town. No foot traffic to be seen in Bury. A tiny dust devil spun madly up the main street, picking up bits of paper as it whirled away.Smoke slipped from outhouse to outhouse, both hammer thongs off his .44s.Reese and his deputies apparently ...believed Smoke would not take to the alleys, but instead stroll right down the center of the main street, spurs jingling, like some tinhorn kid who fancied himself a gunhand. But Smoke had been properly schooled by Preacher, whose philosophy was thus: if you’re outnumbered, circle around ’hind ’em and ambush the hell out of ’em. Ain’t no such thang as a fair fight, boy. Just a winner and a loser.Smoke didn’t want to open the dance just yet. He was in a very bad position, being on foot and armed with only his short guns.And he was still about a block and a half from the stable.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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