The Trial, page 24
part #91 of The Executioner Series
And it was still the only game in town.
He knew the Duke would try it in his place. The Duke would never have surrendered to some snot-nosed city boy, no matter if the snot-nose had a cannon leveled at his chest.
"You ever go to movies, boy?"
The snot-nose looked confused, but he was holding steady on the scattergun, his knuckle white with tension on the trigger. Counting down his life in microseconds now, the rancher knew precisely what he had to do.
And he was grinning when he made his move.
Don Pendleton, The Trial
