Chapter 3

When it stopped, he rolled out of bed and crawled over to the window, peeking up over the ledge to confirm the shooting was over. Seven men stood with their guns drawn, three on either side of one man who was clearly the leader. He held two smoking pistols and wore his black hat low over his eyes, the early morning shadows obscuring his face, but Riley felt a stirring of recognition deep in his gut. Fifteen yards away lay the three unfortunate souls who’d crossed the posse, their crimes unknown but now paid for with their blood.