A Breed of Men
Mart Storm cantered through the long New Mexico evening where a man expects guitar music and the smiles of beautiful, hot-blooded women. They came for him in the half-light. One of them knocked him out of the saddle with a single shot, another fired point-blank to blow his brains out. The bullet parted in his hair, creasing his skull. The devil, as the saying goes, looks after his own!