Robert B. Parker's Ironhorse (A Cole and Hitch Novel)
Robert Knott
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0425267709
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THE NEW COLE AND HITCH NOVEL
Newly appointed as Territorial Marshals, Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch are traveling by train on a mission to escort Mexican prisoners to the border. But when the Governor of Texas climbs aboard with his wife, daughters, and $500,000 in tow, the journey becomes a lot more complicated. An old enemy—still carrying plenty of scars from the last time he saw Virgil—has hitched a ride. He’s not alone. And he’s got vengeance on his mind.
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Solid resolve, a man who did not hold a grudge. There was no reason for such nonsense. He took one moment at a time, one situation at a time, and had no reason to haze his focus by allowing feelings to be part of a task at hand. Feelings get you killed, Virgil always said, but the thought of Bloody Bob Brandice primed the hell out of Virgil’s intentions and sharpened the bead of his aim. If there was any one association more disturbing, more unfortunate, more nagging, to conjure up than Randall.
Firm. If the chain snaps or the bar bends, well . . .” “We jump,” Virgil said. “Yes, sir,” the yard hand said. “Believe that’d be best.” The bar was being used as a lever pulling on the chain that connected to the coach brakes and the upper edge of the platform, but we were rolling faster. The yard hand and I pulled harder on the bar, causing more flying sparks and louder grinding. “Don’t want to break it!” the yard hand said as he was straining, red-faced. “Don’t want to break it!” “Come.
Jimmy John. “You given any detailed thought to what you was saying just now?” I said. “About if we have to configure things differently?” Virgil said. “Yep, like if this don’t pan out like what we are hedging on?” I said. “Like if the girls are not here?” Virgil said. “That, or worse.” “Or nobody is here?” he said. “That and all the other various possibilities,” I said. “Various possibilities that might not provide us fortuitous circumstances?” “Yes,” I said. “No,” Virgil said. “I.
Match under the bar, and cupped the flame. When Virgil got the cigar flaming, Berkeley waved away the match fire. Virgil worked on the cigar, securing its ride, before he spoke. “I’ve shot Bob four times.” Virgil took a pull of the cigar and blew out a roll of smoke. “Not all at once,” Virgil said. “Four times altogether.” “Tough bastard,” Berkeley said. “Is,” I said. “All high body shots,” Virgil said. “Including the one in the neck.” Virgil pulled on the cigar again. “Would have killed.
They are,” Virgil said, “I’d imagine they’re more than interested how they’re gonna get off this train.” “They might jump.” “Don’t think so,” Virgil said, shaking his head. “Not in the dark with no horses.” “They’re well aware the train didn’t stop for their horses.” “That they are.” “They’re none too happy about that,” I said. “Nope,” Virgil said. “Don’t expect they are.” “What do you think the riders will do?” Virgil shook his head a bit. “Hard to say.” “Don’t think they’d stay where.