BORN TO DIE A SUCKER'S DEATH
As the man threw a leg over the sill of the window, Jody shot him through the body. The rifle hit the ground and the man smashed back into the house.
More gunfire fractured the hot and dusty air. This time it was the sheriff who was hit: he'd run from cover into the bullet-thick street.
'My God,' thought Jody. 'I'm all alone!'
FINAL BOOK IN THE SERIES
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