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The Cold Blood: Wild West Series
The Cold Blood: Wild West Series
The Cold Blood: Wild West Series
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The Cold Blood: Wild West Series

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Law in the valley was very simple--the man with the fastest draw lived longer...
 

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Release dateNov 13, 2018
ISBN9781386445418
The Cold Blood: Wild West Series

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    The Cold Blood - Pat Garrett Jr

    The Cold Blood

    HER beauty was the last thing one noticed about her. First one saw the ragged attire, the dirt on face, hands and legs, the grim determination in her grey-green eyes and on her lips. The one saw her beauty, and last of all the huge pistol in her hand.

    That was what Randon saw last, the gun in her hand. The smile with which he’d greeted the sight of her scrambling up the enbankment, broadened. But she saw nothing to smile at. The pistol jerked up at him and her lips, better suited to laughter, snarled:

    Reach! Git ‘em up...!

    Floopy Ears, the coal-black stallion, rolled a walleye at the girl as Randon’s legs tightened the least bit. Randon looked down at the slim figure and the smile faded from his mouth. But it lingered in his eyes as he said:

    Easy. Floppy Ears is a mite gun shy and the way you’re wavin that thing around...

    Then turn him the other way and get lost, the girl said.

    Randon’s legs made an imperceptible move and Floppy Ears made instant response. He leaped forward, but just as he reached  the small figure he turned aside. The gun exploded with a sullen roar and Randon’s hat flew out into space. Then he was reaching across the saddle and the .44 was in his hand. And with a movement lithe as a cat’s, he was out of the saddle and comfronting her. She stepped away from him and the huge stallion that was following at the man’s heels.

    Little girls should play with nicer toys, Randon said gently.

    Her breath came hard and sharp through the dilated nostrils, and her breast rose and fell as

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