A stray beam of moonlight filtered into the saloon set and glinted off the long barrel of the Colt. Hallam spun the cylinder, checked the loads.
Then he reholstered the gun, strode to the batwings, and pushed through them, like he had hundreds of times in the past, both make-believe … and real.
This wasn’t make-believe. This was a showdown. A real live showdown.
2 comments:
I like that. I've got a Hallam book but have not read it yet.
I love plots that concern cowboys still working into the 20th century. Another series of this nature is Robert J. Randisi's Bat Masterson.
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