An eerie silence lay over the church and its surroundings. Except for the birds, of course. A squabbling bunch, flapping and pecking at one another, trying to get the choicest morsels from the prostrate and b****y corpse lying there. The riders stopped and watched in stupefied horror.
“What in the hell has gone on here?” said someone.
All of a sudden, Martindale shot one of the feasting buzzards and the rest erupted skywards in a mass of terrified squawking. “I hate them damn things,” he muttered, holstering his revolver.
“Move around both sides,” said Mario to the others. “Reece, you go through the front.”
“I"ll do that,” said Martindale, easing himself down from the saddle. “The rest of you move real easy.”
As the black-clothed gunfighter sauntered across to the half-eaten corpse, M
