Showdown At Gun Hill (2015)
“The prisoners’ wounds had been attended to and bandaged. Their hands were uncuffed from behind their backs and recuffed in front of them, making it easier for them to negotiate the dips and rises of the sloping sand hills as they crossed the desert flats. On the far side of the flats they stopped to rest their horses at a stone-lined water hole bedded in a hillside thirty yards up a rocky trail.
The Ranger sank a row of canteens into the water to let them fill and stood back and watched as ...man and horse quenched their thirst. The first to finish drinking was the younger of the two prisoners, a wiry Texan named Rudy Bowlinger. The Ranger had seen his face on Texas wanted posters for the past two years. But the face looking up at him from the water’s edge was battered, swollen and barely recognizable.
“Ain’t you drinking, Ranger?” Bowlinger asked, his wet hair clinging to his forehead. “It’s a long hot ride to Yuma.”
Sam only stared at him, not liking the sudden familiarity the wounded outlaw tried to establish.MoreLess
The Ranger sank a row of canteens into the water to let them fill and stood back and watched as ...man and horse quenched their thirst. The first to finish drinking was the younger of the two prisoners, a wiry Texan named Rudy Bowlinger. The Ranger had seen his face on Texas wanted posters for the past two years. But the face looking up at him from the water’s edge was battered, swollen and barely recognizable.
“Ain’t you drinking, Ranger?” Bowlinger asked, his wet hair clinging to his forehead. “It’s a long hot ride to Yuma.”
Sam only stared at him, not liking the sudden familiarity the wounded outlaw tried to establish.MoreLess
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