Assault of the Mountain Man

Assault of the Mountain Man

William W. Johnstone

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0786037903

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Sally has travelled to Goth, Colorado to open a restaurant with a friend. That's where she crosses paths with five bank robbers in a hurry to strike it rich. With the local sheriff lying dead in a pool of blood, Sally fights for her life. Burning with fury, armed with a gun and a badge, Smoke Jenson goes on the hunt.

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at the back, sat Bill Dinkins, Cole Parnell, Travis Slater, and his brother Frank. Parnell had been reading the newspaper, and he slapped it down on the table with an angry snarl. “Son of a bitch, they know who we are.” “Who knows who we are?” Dinkins asked. “The law knows who we are.” Parnell pointed to the paper. “It says right there, that the Bill Dinkins’ gang held up the bank and killed the bank president, some merchant, and the sheriff.” “Don’t forget the woman,” Frank said. “Dinkins

Smoke. I know finding those men is important to you.” “Don’t be silly. Nothing is as important to me as you are. And whether I find those men now, or later, I will find them.” They were quiet for a moment, with Smoke sitting beside her, holding her hand as she lay in bed, taking shallow breaths. “Smoke?” “Yes, love?” “I’m glad you came home. I stayed awake for you, you know.” “Yes, I know.” “But I think I’m going to sleep now.” Smoke lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Sally

Sally was standing over the stove frying bacon! “Sally!” She jumped. “Goodness gracious, Smoke, you scared me to death. You ought to know better than to come up on a person like that.” “What are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s been twenty-four hours since I had anything to eat, and I’m starving to death.” “But you should be in bed.” “Oh, poo. Come here. Put your hand on my forehead. You can see that I don’t have a fever.” “I—” Smoke started, but that is as far as he

now.” “All right, you’ve been right so far. I’ll listen to what you have to say. But the best idea now is breakfast. I could eat a horse.” Pushing through the door, Harley started to step down off the porch. “Don’t you think you ought to get dressed first?” Dinkins asked. “Oh,” Harley replied, turning around to go back into the crib where he had left his clothes. “Yeah, I guess so.” Fifteen minutes later the two men were having a breakfast of ham and eggs in a café that identified itself only

get aboard now,” the driver called. “I’ll write to you,” Tamara shouted over her shoulder as she hurried to board the coach, the last passenger to do so. “Heah, team!” the coach driver shouted, snapping his whip with a pop that could be heard all up and down Main Street. Smoke held his own team back until the coach pulled out. “Want to do what?” he asked as he got his own team underway. “Invest in a restaurant,” Sally said, without further clarification. CHAPTER FOUR After the coach left,

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