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Life has become
tranquil for young Cuno Massey, now residing in a quiet little town where he’s
taken a job driving a beer wagon. But trouble has always had a way of dogging
the young gunslinger’s heels. It hunts him down here in Cottonwood, as well,
when the middle-aged stalker of the pretty schoolteacher discovers her giving
Cuno more than just reading lessons.
When Cuno’s
accused of rape and murder, and a passel of toughnut outlaws start chafing at
the bit to hang him from an old cottonwood, young Massey finds himself having to
rely on his old gunfighting wits...as well as the courage of an aging
lawman...to keep Jake Hardaway’s bunch from giving him a formal invitation...at
gunpoint...to his own necktie party.
From the book:
Marshal Palmer grimaced. The room felt
too small for him. He didn’t feel like he should be here. He didn’t feel like
Horn should be here, either, lying dead on the floor. For some reason, Palmer
felt responsible for them both being here, in this poor girl’s room. But he had
a job to do...
He pulled up a straight-back chair from
the wall, angled it toward the bed, just left of Bill Horn’s sightlessly
staring eyes, and eased his considerable weight into it. He could hear the wood
creaking beneath him.
Oh,
sure, he thought,
holding his hat in his hands. Now break
the poor woman’s chair, you big oaf...
“Miss Strowbridge?”
Silence. Then she drew a breath and,
facing the wall, said, “What?”
“Did...uh...did that fella down there—I
think I seen him drivin’ the beer wagon fer the brewery—did he...was he the one
that...that assaulted you, Miss Strowbridge?”
Again, silence. Palmer studied her. She
stared at the wall for nearly half a minute and then she closed her eyes
tightly. She squeezed them shut and drew her trembling lips back from her
teeth. Her shoulders jerked.
“Yes,” she said in a pinched voice as she
sobbed.
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