The Palo Duro Trail

TROUBLE ON THE TRAIL

Dag saw the silhouette of a man rise up from the ground, holding a rifle in his hands. The man brought the rifle up to his shoulder.

“Horton,” Dag yelled.

Horton turned in surprise and swung his rifle toward Dag.

“Drop it,” Dag yelled.

The man fired straight at Dag, without hesitation. Dag ducked even more and heard the bullet sizzle the air like an angry hornet.

Dag lined up the rear buckhorn sight with the front blade sight and squeezed the trigger. The butt of his rifle bucked against his shoulder. . . .