![]() Denim encased long legs and hinted at a body that might turn a man’s head, given half the chance.īut it was his eyes that really caught Enoch’s attention. Thick black hair framed a devilishly handsome face. Warm coppery skin glowed in the sunlight. ![]() The wanted posters hadn’t done the Gentleman Bandit justice. So he put one hand on the ground to lever himself up, scooping a bit of sand into his palm as he did so. He weighed his chances of getting to his gun before the outlaw could pull the trigger and found he didn’t like them. I want to see the face of the man who’s after me.Įnoch’s heart thudded against his ribs. You the fellow who robbed the blackleg hexes off the stagecoach outside of El Paso? The Gentleman Bandit? The fellow had pegged him as a lawman, even though Enoch dressed like a simple cowboy for disguise. He hesitated, but there didn’t seem much point in dissembling. Nowhere to hide, or so Enoch had thought. The land here was open, nothing but rock and scrub brush for miles. ![]() Where the devil the man had come from, Enoch couldn’t guess. He’d dismounted, hoping for some clue that would lead him to the outlaw he’d been sent to track down.Īnd now someone had gotten the drop on him. ![]() ![]() He crouched over the dry, rocky soil, where a faint print had caught his eye. The click of a gun cocking accompanied the question. ![]()
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