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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AMBUSH! Hatfield had been riding a little too long, and he needed sleep and food as badly as he ever had. When he saw the line camp of the Rafter B in the distance, he relaxed and allowed the tiredness to flow through him; he was there. As he rode up to the shack, he saw the Mexican waiting for him. Como ‘sta? You Pancho? he asked the man assigned to help him. The vaquero nodded, then said, Put bedroll inside. I take you up-canyon to Marsh. Hatfield dismounted and began to move. It came at him so quickly, he wasn’t conscious of Pancho’s gun butt driving into his head … of a second man pointing a six-gun at his heart.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AMBUSH! Hatfield had been riding a little too long, and he needed sleep and food as badly as he ever had. When he saw the line camp of the Rafter B in the distance, he relaxed and allowed the tiredness to flow through him; he was there. As he rode up to the shack, he saw the Mexican waiting for him. Como ‘sta? You Pancho? he asked the man assigned to help him. The vaquero nodded, then said, Put bedroll inside. I take you up-canyon to Marsh. Hatfield dismounted and began to move. It came at him so quickly, he wasn’t conscious of Pancho’s gun butt driving into his head … of a second man pointing a six-gun at his heart.