BLOOD TRAIL: Ninth in a Series of Jess Williams Westerns (A Jess Williams Western Book 9)
Robert J. Thomas
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In the ninth novel titled Blood Trail, Jess finds himself on the hunt for yet another wanted outlaw. He travels to a little town called Hope, Kansas, and when he does, he finds Brendon Petersen and his band out outlaws. Petersen wants United States Marshal Frank Reedy dead for putting him in prison.
Jess ends up tracking Petersen and his band of outlaws along a trail that leads from Hope and follows a path north toward Wichita, leaving a trail of blood and dead bodies along the way. Jess kills many of Petersen's men, but when Petersen finds out that Jess was the man who killed his brother Wick, Petersen turns his attention to Jess with a vengence.
neighbors had come from Germany, Poland, and Romania. They had thought to settle in the East, but did not encounter the open arms they had hoped for, so they decided to go west. Frederick Talbot carried this kit with him wherever he went, and he knew many of the others did, too. Some of them claimed not to believe in vampires and werewolves now that they were in the United States, but Talbot was not yet ready to give up that part of his heritage. He touched the mallet, the stakes, picked
Talbot said, “a werewolf.” “The large animal tracks, right?” “Yes.” “And the bare footprint?” Clint asked. “The man’s before he turned into the wolf?” “Yes.” Talbot seemed stunned by Clint’s apparent understanding of these creatures. Clint nodded, looked down at the open vampire kit on the bed. “What are you thinking?” Talbot asked. “I’ll tell you what I should be thinking,” Clint said. “That you’re crazy.” “But you do not?” “I won’t say that,” Clint said.
around,” Clint said. “They won’t bother anything.” In past years, of course, there was lots of thievery when wagons were left unguarded, but just as predators left the boomtowns when the mines dried up, once the wagon trains pretty much stopped coming, the thieves moved on. “We should be fine,” Clint said. THIRTY-NINE Council Bluffs had grown even more since Clint’s last stop there. Despite the fact that the wagon trains had stopped coming, the town had prospered. He entered
you entered that alley until after the screaming started.” Talbot stood up, reached out a hand to help Sarah. Jasper stood, ever the gentleman. “Miss, if you feel the need to talk to someone about your ordeal—” “Why would she want to talk to a sheriff?” Talbot asked. “The sheriff is also the town’s religious leader,” Clint informed him. “I am Reverend Jasper,” Jasper said. He looked at Sarah again. “If you need to talk, please come to me.” “Thank you,” Sarah said.
said. “What is it?” Bullet asked. “Why can’t I see what you fellas see?” Clint leaned over and pointed, saying, “There.” Bullet saw another footprint, that of a man, in blood. Only this one was . . . a bare foot. EIGHT They rode back to town, taking Frederick Talbot with them. First they stopped at the undertaker’s. “More questions?” Zeke Taylor asked. “We just need to look at the soles of the victim’s boots,” Bullet said, “and his feet.” “Feet?” “Bare feet,”