Broadway Bounty

Excerpt

BUSHWHACKED

“You should learn how to move through brush, Coles,” Decker said. “You picked the one place to meet me in this city where you’d be at a disadvantage instead of me.”

“You son of a bitch,” Coles said. “You challenged me.”

“And you lost,” Decker said. He pressed the shotgun into the small of Coles’s back and said, “Just stand still.” He patted the man down and removed a Colt .45 from a shoulder rig…He stepped forward and brought the butt of the .45 down hard on the point of Coles’s shoulder.

Decker grabbed Coles’s left wrist, twisted it behind him and brought the .45 down on it hard. The sound of the arm breaking was sharp and loud, and Coles screamed.

“Where’s the girl?”

“Jesus, my elbow—”

Decker grabbed the arm and pulled it back. Coles screamed again. “You’ve got one broken arm, Coles,” Decker said. “You want to try for two?”

“I don’t know—”

Decker put the .45 next to Coles’s left ear and fired it. Coles screamed.

“Jesus, I’m deaf!”

“OK,” Decker said, “you got a broken arm, a bad left knee, and you’re deaf in your left ear.” He grabbed Coles’s right arm, pulled it straight back and said, “Let’s start on the right side.”