Mad River Guns
Lee Floren
THE FLAMES ROARED THROUGH THE FARMER'S HOUSE
"This should help scare the settlers out," Frank La Wall chuckled. The job hadn't taken long. They soaked a stack of dried hay behind the house with kerosene and three matches did the rest.
Jib Hobson watched the house burst into flames. He heard LaWall's chuckle and forced himself to laugh with the rest of the gang. But inside him, there was only hate.
A man was in that house-a farmer like Jib
Hobson himself. Jib had warned the farmers about LaWall's plan. But something had gone wrong, and now a man was dead.
And Jib Hobson had one more score to settle.
"This should help scare the settlers out," Frank La Wall chuckled. The job hadn't taken long. They soaked a stack of dried hay behind the house with kerosene and three matches did the rest.
Jib Hobson watched the house burst into flames. He heard LaWall's chuckle and forced himself to laugh with the rest of the gang. But inside him, there was only hate.
A man was in that house-a farmer like Jib
Hobson himself. Jib had warned the farmers about LaWall's plan. But something had gone wrong, and now a man was dead.
And Jib Hobson had one more score to settle.