- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
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Boot Hill
I crouch, prickly pear covering my back. I can't keep running; a last stand against their guns is better than the grip of the hangman's noose.
It'll take a while for the gang to find me in this cemetery on the border with Mexico. I'll be ready for them, pistol pouched beneath the poncho. I will die with my boots on.