Dark Trail (2014)
“A couple of minutes from now he was going to go bursting into the little frame farmhouse standing silver and shabby in the moonlight ten yards ahead of him. Probably there was at least one man in there guarding the prisoner with a shotgun. These might be the last drags of a cigarette Guild ever had in his life.
“You scared, Leo?” The woman who asked this stood behind the same elm tree as Guild.
“I suppose.”
“That means you are.”
“I am. Yes.”
“You don’t have to do it.”
Guild took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled. He was a tall man with white hair, a black Stetson, a black suit coat, boiled white shirt, gray serge trousers, and black Texas boots. A .44 was strapped around his waist.
He smiled. “Nah, I don’t have to do it, do I?”
“Don’t go and get sarcastic on me, Leo.”
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