Six-Gun Law
Page 20
by Jory Sherman
She was tense, too, he knew. They had been through a lot, but now they both faced the unknown.
They rode up to the Fountain Hotel.
Carol didn’t notice a man standing in the shadows, across the street. But Lew saw him. He saw the shiny badge on the man’s vest, the way he slouched against the building with his tall, lanky frame, his right hand free, lazing next to his low-slung holster.
Blackhawk looked at Zane, then touched a finger to the brim of his hat.
Zane returned the salute.
Blackhawk smiled.
And waited.