Ride a Tall Horse

He was only eighteen and not quite a deputy, but Jason’s lawman instinct alerted him to the sound of gunfire ripping the early morning calm. Up the street a stranger with six-guns ablaze and murder in his eyes ran out from Satterfield’s general store, his sack bulging with stolen gold. Dropping on one knee and calling on the perpetrator to halt, Jason drew his .36 Colt and fired at the retreating desperado, who continued his wild dash out of town.