That wild-man Im married to is getting nothing but 5 star reviews on his $.99 novella. There must still be lots of western fans out there. Heres a bit of EYE FOR EYE.... Paddy OBrady stood, hat in one hand, his other scratching deep in his beard. Brad Braddick sat at his roll top desk, a cigar clamped in his mouth, his brow furrowed. He ran a hand through his full mane of gray hair and eyed Paddy. So, this fella that dropped by…you say was a traveling preacher? Said he was…had the collar and all. You ever see the sheriff in Big Horn? Three or four years— Reagans only been sheriff there a little over two. Then I aint seen him. You say this fella was riding a buckskin? Yes, sir. Was he heeled? Not bodily. How-some-ever he had a gunsmiths shop on his critters. A sidearm hanging on his saddle horn, a pair hoglegs in saddle holsters, a long gun in a scabbard and one rolled in his bed. That dont much sound like a preacher to me. Well, boss, even preachers have to stay alive out here on the prairie…what with renegade Indians runnin wild and grizzlies and wolves wantin a chunk outta a mans hide. The way I heard it, God helps them who help themselves. A mans gotta be ready, even a preacher man. He seemed like a decent fella…. As he finished, another man rapped on the doorjamb, filled the door with his over generous frame, and entered. Whats the problem, Harry? Braddick asked. Handsome Harry Hanover, known as Hogman to his bunkmates, grabbed his hat off his head and held it in front. Some crazy man done shot Skunk dead. Who done it, and where? Braddick asked, standing quickly, and clomping down on his cigar. Some wild eyed preacher wandered into where we was dressing an antelope and just drawed down on Skunk afore he had any chance. Braddick turned to Paddy. A decent fella you say? Paddy merely shrugged and looked a little sheepish. Braddick turned back to Hogman. Riding a big buckskin? Thats the fella. And what the hell did you do…stand there lookin fat and stupid? Hogman pointed to the knot on the side of his head. He had the drop on us, boss. He made me turn around and whacked me a good one. I musta been out an hour or more. Woke up and hed stripped the good cuts outta the lope and was gone. He was a crazy man. He blowed a hole in Skunks chest, then blowed his personals away, then put one under his chin. And he carved up his face, laying open a curve like he was abranding him. All that for the prime cuts of some damn old antelope…. Braddick gritted his teeth, incensed. That was no preacher. Id bet a dollar to a donut its that Reagan fella, and yall brought him down on us like the plague. Im surrounded by damn worthless fools. Braddick walked to the doorway to the kitchen and yelled, Hong, get Spike in here. Yes, boss, a voice rang out, and a door slammed. Braddick returned to his desk and plopped down. Harry, he snapped, you get back to your camp. Is Tall Horse still there? He was out hunting wolves. Send him here. We got some hunting to do, and it aint wolves. And we need a tracker. In moments, a tall lanky man entered. He didnt bother to remove his hat and wore a strapped down Colt low on the right side. Yep, he said, putting a booted foot up on a ladder back chair aside Braddicks desk. Put the crew together. We got a shit-pile of trouble and its your bloody fault. What the hell did I do? Spike, the Triple R foreman, asked with a snarl. You let Terror beat that damned Mexican woman to death, and her old man is on a rampage. He killed Skunk with one in the chest, then blew his balls off, then carved up his ugly mug…that aint a man just wanting somebody dead. He wanted revenge, and its gotta be that Quint Reagan, coming for blood. So, lets go get him? Lets? Bullshit. You and the crew track him down. I didnt stick my dong in his woman. And get it done or dont come back. Humph, Spike managed, then snarled. Well have his hide tacked to the outhouse wall by the end of the week. Make damn sure you do. Seems like the old boy done shook hands with the devil, and a bullet is the only way to cure him of his transgressions. Now get the hell out of here and beat a trail. amazon/Eye-Adventure-Western-Novella-Montana-ebook/dp/B00O93HJ1C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413980799&sr=8-1&keywords=eye+for+eye+l.+j.
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