He could see the tip of the hat brim in the doorway of the balcony across the street. Just over the top of the ridge of the mercantile store’s roof, he caught a glimpse of another hat. That meant at least two men were waiting to kill him in cold blood.
Ike Murdo knows that awaiting him upon his arrival are several people who want him dead. The risks were clear when he chose to interfere with the gang’s plans. He’d had no choice: when the son of the women he loved was kidnapped, Ike followed his heart.
Now, he must pay the price and confront the gunmen.
He swallowed his fear and called out to the gunfighter. ‘Cadwall! Come out and face me.’