Gunfighter's revenge
I found the old man as he lay dying in a niche of rock near the spring, his body riddled with bullets, his clothes charred.
His old eyes rested on mine as I went down on my knees beside him.
"You," he gasped.
"I leave all I have to you, Matt Brennan.
Never to sell - never to give up!"
For the first time in my life, I really wanted to kill, wanted it so much that my hands shook.
So I had been given a ranch, but I had lost a friend.
The road ahead stretched long and lonely, a road I must walk with a gun in my hand -