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Pulling up their horses, the group of riders peered across the open scrub towards the tiny farmhouse. It appeared deserted and the silence was total. Rubbing his jaw, Mario took a moment to look around before grunting, “They"ve gone.” “You don"t know that for sure,” hissed Martindale. “They could be cowering inside, like the mangy curs they are.” “There"s a young girl in there,” said Reece, “in case you have forgotten – the one Toby raped.” “I ain"t forgotten nothing,” said Martindale. “All I care about is that priest. I want him strung up by his balls before this afternoon is out.” “What if he has high-tailed it?” “Then I"ll track him down. He can"t have got far. But first, we check the house.” He gestured to two of the cowpokes, “Skirt round to the left, nice and slow. When you reac