Blood Of The Mountain Man. William W. Johnstone

out of whack here. Go easy on this, he cautioned himself. Real easy.

      Patton moaned in the mud and sat up. Smoke stopped and turned around, his right hand close to the butt of his gun. Patton cursed him and struggled to his knees in the mud. He pulled out his pistol and jacked the hammer back. Only then did Smoke draw.

      No man or women in the crowd had ever seen such a draw. Most didn’t even see it, it was so fast. A blur of speed and a report of fire and gunsmoke. Patton fell back, a hole right between his eyes.

      “Smoke Jensen!” a man shouted. “I knowed I’d seen him afore.”

      “Oh, my God!” Sheriff Bowers said. “That’s Janey’s brother.”