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13Reece burst through the barn doors at a run, throwing the Sharps rifle towards Willis while he checked his own Winchester. “What in tarnation is going on, boss?” “Bumped into a group of mean-looking gentlemen packing irons. I turned and ran back and they took a shot or two at me. Seems like we have been trussed up ready for the pot by that mealy-mouthed Mexican. He took us for being rich and stupid.” “Stupid we aint,” said Willis and shuffled over to the doors. Stooping down on one knee, he peered through the c***k into the gloom of the night. “What's the plan?” “Shoot the bastards as they come round the corner. I reckon once we take out the head honcho, the others will scoot.” “And if they don't?” “Then we shoot them, too.” “Nothing like half measures, Mr Reece.” “I ain't ever b
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