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WILEY
We rode into town as a caravan of horses. Neither my men nor me were injured in the brief shootout, but Bill Sinclair, the younger brother, was dead, his body tossed over the back of a horse. Kevin Sinclair had a gunshot wound to his upper arm, superficial but deep enough to make him b***h and moan about it the whole time. We'd tied a cloth tightly around it to stanch the flow of blood, but unfortunately, he'd survive. His father, Harlan, was unscathed. Of course, he'd hidden in the house while his sons fought his battle for him. He showed no injuries, nor said a word, and both men's hands were tied tightly before them. If I'd had my way, I would have them hogtied and dragged them. As for Piper, she was once again in front of me, her hands unbound. She couldn't flee, even if she
