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Devil Rising
The Heart of a Gunman
R B Conroy
CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
Devil Rising: The Heart of a Gunman
Copyright ©2012 by R B Conroy
ISBN-13 978-1-927360-23-1
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Conroy, R B, 1944-
Devil Rising : The heart of a gunman / written by R B Conroy.
ISBN 978-1-927360-23-1
Also available in print format.
I. Title.
PS3603.O57D49 2007 813'.6 C2007-907152-X
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TO MY WIFE CHERYL
Thank you for your total devotion to my work.
In my life, you make all things possible.
and
TO MY EDITOR TRACY JONES
Thank you for making Devil Rising a better book.
Your advice was invaluable.
Prologue
“You damn four-flusher!” The huge, swarthy man was in a rage as he tossed in his hand. The tattered cards landed face up, tobacco juices dribbled down his scraggly beard. His beady eyes cast a jaundiced stare at the startled young buffalo hunter. “You slid that queen off the bottom. I have jacks up, now give me that pot!” His filthy hands reached for the shiny coins.
The young hunter slammed his forearm on the table, blocking the angry wolfer. “You saw my hand mister, queens pat!” He glared at the bigger man. “Pot’s mine!” The gathering crowd gasped as the slight young man challenged the menacing giant
Playing stud at a nearby table, Jon Stoudenmire grimaced as he watched the angry brute shout insults at his friend Ed Morgan. Concerned, he quickly folded his hand, gathered his winnings and moved closer.
As Jon approached, the big man was staring daggers at his partner, his face red with anger. “I’m tellin’ you for the last time runt, hand it over!”
“Like I told you Mister,