Singing Guns

Sheriff Caradac had found his man. As he sighted his rifle muzzle over the broad, muscular body of his unsuspecting victim, he realized there was no other man in the West like him, and for a moment he hesitated. Then, almost automatically, he lifted his gun and shifted his left foot a bit forward. As he fired he felt a ston turn beneath him, and even before his finger fell away from the trigger he knew he had missed.
From that miss there grew one of the most ... >Voir plus