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SPIRITWALKER
The Way of the Spirit Book 1
“Looks like it’s time for shootin, deputy,” DC said as he pushed Snarf down under the cover of the depression’s rim.
Snarf fumbled Pap’s Pistol off his belt. “What is this place?” he asked.
“A crater. I bet Craney’s been blastin the mountain with dynamite tryin to find his gold.”
Suddenly, the huge missing chunks, stony scars, and twisted tree trunks of the ugly mountain took on a new meaning. They were the desperate work of dynamite. What kind of man had the will, and the power, to ruin an entire mountain?
“They’re gonna come from there,” DC said, pointing at the trees they’d ridden out of. “Stay hidden until they pass. Once their backs’re to us, we blast em when I say. Got it?”
“Got it,” Snarf said, gripping Pap’s Pistol with both hands on account of his sweaty palms.
Craney’s men came out of the trees just where DC said they would.
Snarf tensed. DC stayed loose. “Not yet…” he whispered.
The trio slowed, looking around for signs of their quarry. But, seeing nothing, they rode past.
“You take the one on the right. I’ll take the other two.”
Snarf took aim. The six enormous barrels of Pap’s Pistol made it seem like he was pointing a cannon at the back of the distant man.
“When I say…”
Snarf licked his lips. His pepperbox hovered over his target—target!—it was a person! He went cold all over.
“Now!”
DC’s gun boomed twice. The leader fell. His horse ran off. The man on the left turned in his saddle to see where the shots had come from. He was unhurt. DC fired twice more. His first went wide. His second took the man in the meat of his leg. The man clamped a hand down on the wound and drew a bead on DC. They fired at the same time, but the sheriff’s aim was truer. The man dropped dead. His horse stood there wondering what had happened.
But the man on the right, the one Snarf was supposed to shoot, was charging at them. He had the reins in his teeth and a pistol in each hand.
“Deputy!” DC had time to yell, but Snarf was frozen. He hadn’t fired a single shot, and DC only had a single shot left.
Bullets chipped at the depression’s rim.
“Shoot him!” DC cried.
But the man was close now. He was bigger than the barrel of Snarf’s gun and riding at him like a demon.
DC stood up. The oncoming outlaw opened up on him with both barrels, but DC had presented his flank, a slim target. He raised his pistol and fired…
The Way of the Spirit Series
A young orphan decides to walk the Way of the Spirit and then finds himself at war with the world, the flesh, and the devil.
