Town Tamers

Town Tamers

David Robbins

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 045146575X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


HARD JUSTICE

Ludlow, Texas, has a problem. A band of rowdy and violent cowhands from the Circle K ranch have been terrorizing the small town: drinking, smashing windows, and even shooting up innocent citizens. With the townsfolk terrorized, Ludlow is on its way to being totally under the gang’s control—unless someone does something about it.

Asa Delaware has a good reputation as a very bad man to cross. Roaming the West with his two grown children and his gun for hire, he’s known as the Town Tamer. For a fee, he’ll fix what—or who—is causing a ruckus. There isn’t any job he’ll walk away from or any challenge he finds too hard. But when his children start backing out of the family business, Delaware may find out what it is means to be on the business end of a shotgun barrel…

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It’s over, I’m going back east. I’ll take what I have saved and live like ordinary folks for a change. You can go on making the world suffer for what it did to Ma, but count me out.” “Suffer?” Asa said. “As if you don’t know,” Byron said. “You didn’t take this town-tamer business up until after she died.” “I still don’t savvy,” Asa said. “Sure you do. You hated how she was treated when she was alive, how no one would have anything to do with her because she was married to a breed. Or that’s.

To admit,” Noona said quietly, “that there are occasions when the ugly parts bother me.” “Sometimes the ‘ugly parts,’ as you call them, are the only way to settle it,” Asa said. “Sometimes?” Byron said, and snorted. “Name one town you’ve tamed where you haven’t had to kill somebody.” “We’ve tamed,” Asa corrected him. “There you go again,” Byron said. “You avoid answering when you don’t like the question.” He stood and stepped to the door. “This is getting me nowhere, sis, as I knew it would.

Seconds more that the busted window glowed and they heard the rasp of a bolt and the front door was flung open. In the doorway stood Ed in his nightshirt. He was short and portly—and holding a doubled-barreled shotgun. “Well, hell,” Crusty said. Ed was so mad, his whole body shook as he pointed the shotgun at them and placed his thumb on a hammer. “You broke my window, damn you. You’ll pay for it, you hear? For the glass and the cost of putting it in.” “Lower that cannon,” Tyree Lucas said.

Look like a drummer, even if you’re not.” “We all look like something,” Asa said. “If you don’t mind my saying,” the drummer said, “you also look part Injun.” “Do I?” Asa said coldly. The drummer blinked and sat up. “I didn’t mean any insult, friend. Your face. Your skin. That black hair, even with the gray streaks.” “I know what I look like.” For a while the drummer was silent, and Asa was grateful. The only other passenger was a woman in her twenties who sat with her hands folded in her.

They’re damned tricky.” Dray gouged his Colt into Asa’s temple. “And if either makes a fuss, I splatter their pa’s brains.” “Damn you,” Asa said. “Flatter me all you want,” Dray said. Cray backed to the cliff where he had clear shots at Byron and Noona. “You heard my cousin. Off those critters and reach for the clouds.” With obvious reluctance, Byron and Noona did as they were told. With a lightning flourish, Cray twirled his left Colt into its holster. He expertly patted Byron down and.

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