He slid down from the saddle and let his horse graze.
Three days ago he set off after a couple of drifters. They’d shot their way out of the bank. Empty-handed. Killing a woman walking out of the General Store with fixings for dinner.
He’d picked up their trail the day before. Heading north and moving quick. Far as he could tell, they hadn’t stopped since leaving town.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
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