The Venom of Iron Eyes
By Rory Black
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The notorious gang led by Peg Leg Grimes was headed for the remote and peaceful town of Cooperville to rob the bank of its recently-obtained hoard of golden eagles. But unknown to the gang, the bounty hunter Iron Eyes was also in town to collect a reward. When the robbery went ahead and the bank exploded into matchwood, Iron Eyes vowed to get the money, and the outlaws—for Grimes has made one mistake: he had stolen Iron Eyes’ prized Palomino stallion to make his escape ...
Rory Black
Under the name 'Rory Black' Michael D George is the author of the wildly-popular Iron Eyes westerns, coming from PP very, very soon! Writes Michael: "In my time I've done a lot of things. I've been a barber, a freelance commercial artist, a portrait painter, a grave stone designer (a dying trade), an animator and an author. I did spend a few years in the Merchant Navy and was lucky to have travelled around the world four times before I was 23. I spent a lot of time in America during those days and cruised for two summers between California and Alaska. Now it is forty years later and these days I spend most of my time writing novels under my own name and no less than seven pseudonyms. I've been lucky to number a few of my old cowboy heroes as friends, and my walls are covered in the photographs of several of my cowboy hero pals. Ive written a lot of books and have plenty more stories still to tell. As one of those friends, the late, legendary Monte Hale used to tell me, 'Shoot low -- they might be crawling!'"
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The Venom of Iron Eyes - Rory Black
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The notorious gang led by Peg Leg Grimes was headed for the remote and peaceful town of Cooperville to rob the bank of its recently-obtained hoard of golden eagles. But unknown to the gang, the bounty hunter Iron Eyes was also in town to collect a reward. When the robbery went ahead and the bank exploded into matchwood, Iron Eyes vowed to get the money, and the outlaws—for Grimes has made one mistake: he had stolen Iron Eyes’ prized Palomino stallion to make his escape ...
IRON EYES 15: THE VENOM OF IRON EYES
By Rory Black
First published by Robert Hale Limited in 2012
Copyright © 2012, 2021 by Rory Black
First Electronic Edition: November 2021
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
You may not copy, store, distribute, transmit, reproduce or otherwise make available this publication (or any part of it) in any form, or by means (electronic, digital, optical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher. Any person who does any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book
Series Editor: Ben Bridges
Text © Piccadilly Publishing
Published by Arrangement with the Author.
Dedicated to the memory of Laura Bessie Wall.
Prologue
THE RIFLE SHOTS cut up into the red sky as the small figure on the shotgun guard’s seat next to the stagecoach driver heralded their approach. The fiery embers of a setting sun made everything look as though the world was ablaze. Dust rose up like twisters from the hoofs and wheels of the thundering vehicle as it plowed through everything in its path to reach its goal. The folks of Cooperville had seen many things cross their boundaries over the years but nothing had prepared any of them for the terrifying sight which greeted their weary eyes a few moments after sunset.
It was not the stagecoach drawn by six snorting horses which chilled them into horrified disbelief. Nor was it the smaller figure firing the repeating rifle. It was the barely human form perched high in the driver’s box that froze their souls.
The skeletally-featured creature with reins in one hand and a sixteen-foot-long bullwhip in the other hardly appeared human at all. He seemed to be more akin to a Gothic monster from ancient tales brought from distant countries far across the vast expanse of ocean which separated an old land from a new one.
Stunned people ran off the streets in fear of what they were witnessing. No artist had ever managed to paint a picture proclaiming the horrors of Hell and damnation quite as vivid as this sight before their stunned eyes.
The scars of years of brutal conflict were carved into his thin face for all to see. Every detail was highlighted by the cruel, unforgiving blood-colored sky. A mane of matted hair bounced on his shoulders like the wings of some monstrous bird of prey in search of its next victim.
The stagecoach ploughed through the outskirts of the settlement.
Every watcher’s heart beat faster.
Who was this? What was this?
Rippling scarlet flames stretched out across the heavens as the sun’s last dying rays fought their nightly duel with the inevitable coming of darkness. The devil himself could not have created such a hideous apparition as that which met the eyes of the stunned onlookers.
The driver whipped the shoulders of the six charging horses with rods of fire as the crimson light danced off his reins and bullwhip.
Vainly attempting to escape their merciless master the terrified team of horses thundered through the streets, dragging their heavy burden whilst the ear-splitting cracking of the whip rang out above their heads. Tied to the tailgate a large palomino stallion and a small burro had managed to keep pace throughout the relentless journey.
Again the rifle blasted lead up into the air.
An acrid aroma trailed the stagecoach as it forged on at breakneck speed through the town’s meandering streets. It was the scent of death. For, unknown to all those who watched the diabolical sight, the interior of the stagecoach contained a rotting cargo of dead outlaws. A journey of a hundred miles across a baking-hot desert had not been kind to the dead.
The smell was proof of that.
Clouds of dust kicked up off wheel rims as the driver hauled his reins to one side and managed to steer the team around an acute corner before lashing his reins across their backs and getting them back into full flight. The crimson sky reflected off every glass windowpane along the street. A ghastly demonic hue seemed to illuminate the coach and its charging horses as well as the ghostlike creature who was steering it. Somehow the long stagecoach remained on all four wheels as it careered on and on whilst navigating one corner after another.
The springs of the vehicle screamed out for mercy whilst the team of lathered-up horses kept up the pace demanded of them by the man balancing in the driver’s box high above their steaming backs.
None of those who watched the unexpected arrival of the coach would ever forget the sight, which froze their souls. Nothing like this had ever happened in Cooperville before. Until now the Devil had given them a wide berth.
A bone-chilling yell came from the whip-wielding driver as he spun and then jerked at the whip. The cracking sound resembled a six-shooter being fired.
It drew every wide-open eye.
A million questions flashed through the alarmed minds of those who looked on at the unbelievable sight. Had Satan somehow managed to find a way out of the bowels of Hell? Had he finally come to claim their heartless souls?
The scores of coal-tar lanterns had all been lit throughout Cooperville. A fiery avenue was now inviting the strange apparition to venture deeper into the town than anyone really thought wise. But they were all helpless to do anything except stand and watch.
The malodorous stagecoach continued. Halfway along the wide street a large livery stable stood adjacent to a well-lit double-fronted office. Glowing amber lanterns inside and outside the sturdy building lured the uninvited visitor. They beckoned the howling driver as if he were a moth being drawn to their illumination.
A sign protruded away from the overhanging porch directly beneath one of the bright lanterns. It read ‘Overland Stagecoach Company’ in flaking paintwork.
The menacing figure aimed the spent team at the wooden uprights. The driver sat back down, tossed the whip on to the roof of the coach behind him and gathered the reins up into his bony hands.
He placed the boot of his right leg on to the brake pole. He leaned back, heaved on the reins and pushed his foot down hard on the brake.
The brakes in their turn shrieked out for mercy.
This time they were heard.
The coach came to an abrupt halt outside the office.
A cloud of dust swamped over the rocking vehicle and the people brave enough to venture towards it. Every eye was on the pair of dust-caked people seated high on the lofty perch.
They were a strange couple by anyone’s standards. Even seated the difference in their statures was obvious.
With the stagecoach stationary the stench of death grew stronger as the sickening fumes wafted out from inside the vehicle into the evening air. It was indescribable but neither of the pair who remained on the driver’s board appeared to notice. It was as though they were immune to its nauseating odor.
The crowd had become slightly braver as the sky turned to black above Cooperville. Perhaps they wrongly thought that there was safety in the shadows among which most of them lingered. The sound of the boardwalk creaking under the weight of the approaching sheriff drew the cold bullet-colored eyes of the man still holding the reins in his bony hands. He could see the gleaming star pinned to the black vest that barely managed to straddle the lawman’s girth. As the sheriff drew closer his expression changed as his nostrils filled with the stench coming from the coach.
Sheriff Jonas Welch held the tails of his bandanna to his face and continued towards the pair who were staring down at him.
‘What in tarnation is that god-awful stink?’ Welch managed to ask as he fought to keep his dinner down.
‘What stink?’ the driver drawled quietly.
Welch feverishly waved his free hand at the coach. ‘That one. What you got in there? Skunks?’
‘Dead ’uns,’ the low, whispering voice of the driver replied as he wrapped the reins around the brake pole and secured them as tightly as he could contrive. ‘Ain’t you ever got a noseful of dead ’uns before, Sheriff?’
The door of the stage depot abruptly opened and a bald man wearing a black visor stepped out. The man raised both hands to his face and recoiled as he too inhaled on the sickly stench. He looked at the heavily damaged coach before him and then up at the pair of figures covered in the dust of a hundred miles.
‘That’s my missing stagecoach,’ he said through the gaps in his fingers. ‘Did you do this?’
The driver glanced down on him. ‘We brung it back for you.’
‘Look at the damage to it,’ the depot man said. ‘What’s that stink? What have you got inside there?’
‘Dead ’uns,’ the driver drawled.
‘Rotting bodies? Oh, sweet Lord,’ the depot man yelped like a puppy