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Gun Hand
Gun Hand
Gun Hand
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Gun Hand

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I leaned back in my chair and smiled. Of course there was a gang holed up somewhere. Maybe more than one. Like any two-bit western. "So, you're wanting a gun hand, I take it."

She frowned and poured herself a fourth shot.

"To do what?" I asked. "Keep 'em off or kill 'em all?"

"You'd have to kill them, I think," she said, slurring words ever so slightly. "Soon as they find out Weaver's dead..."

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJigsaw Press
Release dateApr 23, 2013
ISBN9781934340028
Gun Hand
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M.L. Bushman

A single mom, Ms. Bushman divides her time between her child, her horse, three cats and writing/editing for Jigsaw Press, not necessarily in that order. She is a novelist, a former newspaper reporter, a blogger, and a rabid patriot, again, not necessarily in that order. At present, Ms. Bushman is working on the Two Bit Western series Eli Stone. She and her small herd make their home just outside the tiny historical town of Sun River, Montana.

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    Gun Hand - M.L. Bushman

    Two-Bit Westerns presents...

    Gun Hand

    by

    M.L. Bushman

    Gun Hand© copyright 2013 by M.L. Bushman

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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    Table of Contents

    Part 1

    Part 2

    Part 3

    Part 4

    Dedicated to the two most important women in my world,

    my mother and my daughter.

    Every Age of Man gets two things: prophets, then historians. That much I know, sure-certain.

    So, ten years after Change with a capital C, here I am a-horseback and figuring the safest route across a hot, humid, grassy plain that used to be Arizona high desert. Like an old western, booted back to the 1800's we were, and lucky to have a shot at the do-over.

    But it's really hot and I'm dozing, you see. Then I seen a windmill between blinks at the horizon that made me sit up and take notice. Momentarily.

    Water there, I bet, I said, and patted Cricket on her sleek red neck. Like a magnet.

    She gave me the ear flick and kept right on going, walking like a four-legged hypnotist. Now, my right shoulder hurts like hell. Again. Wishing I had me a cup of coffee, even after all these years, and Cricket over there nipping buds of heading grass like nothing just happened, nothing happened at all.

    Caught up a rein and patted her neck. Our little secret, I said and rolled some pain from my right shoulder. She gave me the nose nudge to seal the deal.

    Realizing suddenly, I gaped at a windmill grown half again bigger. A windbreak there at the base, too, all kind of trees hiding something, maybe a barn behind. But pine tree hills to the north instead of scrub oak like before? A line of leafy green curving away south meaning a river maybe? Me and this horse here sticking out of the middle of an ocean of grass like the proverbial sore thumb. How long I slept this time? 'Fore falling out of the saddle, I mean.

    Could be anyone in those trees, anyone in those hills even. Ten to one wanting what I got in this

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