by Paul Durst
Carmody stood transfixed for a split second, then ran forward and caught the reins and pulled the mount aside, talking to it to quieten it. He glanced down at the mangled form on the ground and did not recognize Booth Anson. He turned away.
At the corral gate he leaned heavily against a post, unconscious of the Colt still in his hand. Something moved just on the edge of his vision and he lifted his head. Anne shoved open a side door of the barn and came running toward him, rifle in hand.
‘Jeff! Are you all right?’ She ran up to him, then stopped a few feet away, her eyes staring at the man behind him on the ground. ‘Oh my God!’ she whispered, closing her eyes. He went up to her and put his arms around her.
‘It’s all over, now, Anne,’ he said.
Together, slowly, they walked back across the wagon yard.
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Copyright
© Paul Durst 2009
First published in Great Britain 2009
This edition 2011
ISBN978 0 7090 9420 3 (ebook)
ISBN978 0 7090 9421 0 (mobi)
ISBN978 0 7090 9422 7 (pdf)
ISBN978 0 7090 8791 5 (print)
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