Time was when Crow picked up some business in Crossworld Springs, Arizona. A time he met the biggest, blackest man he'd ever seen. Name of Mavulamanzi. Spoke like an English milord. He was hunting animals and needed Crow for protection, 'specially for his woman, a real English lady. Strangest hunting party Crow'd ever been on. Kinda enjoyed it, until the Apaches showed up. 4th in the Crow series. More
The Apache began to turn, a smile of contempt on his face. He died not even certain about what he’d seen. The last image imprinted on his sight was so blurred and so unbelievable that he doubted himself. There was the white man, holding something. A gun? Then there was a flash and a burst of smoke. He even heard the crash of the explosion. Then he was dead. The first barrel of the Purdey spat out its load of ten-gauge shot at less than twelve feet range. The lead ripping into the Apache’s head and shoulders, flaying the skin from his face. Pulping both eyes in their sockets. Smashing the teeth in the gums through torn lips. Blasting him back off his feet to lie near the edge of the cliff, feet kicking and fingers scrabbling in the dust as the life poured away from him.