.45-Caliber Desperado (2011)
.45-Caliber Desperado
“Winters, from her little blue house next door to June Dickinson’s, split an armload of wood with which to stoke the Dickinson stove, and hauled water from the well. When he figured he was no longer needed, the women having retreated to the room in which Mason was parked and closed the door, Spurr went out and gathered up the reins of his and the sheriff’s horses.
He led the mounts up to the main street, which a wooden sign proclaimed as First Street, and looked it up and down. Through the blowing dust, there didn’t appear much here anymore. Many of the wooden or adobe-brick buildings had been boarded up. There was a church, a post office, a stone jailhouse, a blacksmith shop, and a few stores, including a furniture store and a drugstore, even a haberdashery. There was also a stage relay station—a large, low box of a place with a large corral and stable and a roof of red scoria. The establishments doing the best business, judging by the horses standing hang-headed at hitchracks, were t...he town’s three or four saloons.MoreLess
He led the mounts up to the main street, which a wooden sign proclaimed as First Street, and looked it up and down. Through the blowing dust, there didn’t appear much here anymore. Many of the wooden or adobe-brick buildings had been boarded up. There was a church, a post office, a stone jailhouse, a blacksmith shop, and a few stores, including a furniture store and a drugstore, even a haberdashery. There was also a stage relay station—a large, low box of a place with a large corral and stable and a roof of red scoria. The establishments doing the best business, judging by the horses standing hang-headed at hitchracks, were t...he town’s three or four saloons.MoreLess
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