Then he’d gone across the street to the saloon and faced Bo and Arthur at the same time and killed them both.
The paper said he’d used a shotgun, which mostly explained how he’d done that, but still, this Conn Sullivan must be a cold-blooded killer to take out Bo and Arthur at the same time.
Especially Arthur. He was quick. Not as quick as Jesse Turpin but quick enough to get her done and not afraid to pull the trigger.
Well, whatever Arthur had been, now he was just plain dead.
So was Blake.
And that was a shocker.
Because Blake had ridden off, just like Rafe and Toby. He’d told Toole he didn’t want nothing more to do with a gang and all that, and then he’d skedaddled just like them when Toole shot Danny.
Blake went one way.
They went the other.
They would’ve thrown in with Blake if the three of them had had a chance to talk about it.
He wasn’t a bad guy.
But now he was dead.
And if they had thrown in with him, they might be dead now, too.
That thought chilled Rafe and made his head hurt even worse.
And this Conn Sullivan didn’t just kill Blake. He killed two of his brothers, too. It was like he was trying to wipe out the whole bloodline or something.
There was something wrong with a man like that. In fact, Rafe figured there was something wrong with just about the whole world these days.
Folks were killing people left and right.
A man couldn’t feel safe anywhere. At least not out here.
Maybe it was time to head back to Georgia.
Toby wouldn’t want to. Not at first. He had left a girl high and dry back there, and she had some brothers that would be waiting on him, but at least Rafe and Toby knew the lay of the land in Georgia. Besides, they didn’t have to go all the way home. Just get back to where folks had sense. Not like out here in the West, where everybody was looking to put a bullet in your back.
It was all too easy to picture this Conn Sullivan coming through the door with that shotgun of his.
What would Rafe do?
Nothing.
That’s what.
He’d maybe beg a little and try to talk his way out of it, but it wouldn’t do any good.
That’s when he remembered the other twin, Cole Sullivan, telling them not to kill him, saying if they did, they would unleash a man who would show no mercy.
Rafe had thought he was just running his mouth at the time, trying to save his neck, but now he understood the warning had been real.
He’d been talking about his brother, this cold-blooded Conn Sullivan, who was now apparently hunting them down one by one.
Or two by two…
He glanced at the door.
