Bøker av Leroy Smith

The blow was given with all my weight behind it. He went down, and I walked away with my back turned to him. Johnathon screamed, "He''s going for his gun, Kenneth." I whirled to one side, drawing my gun at the same time. He had his gun coming out of the holster that cleared, but my gun spoke first, and the bullet caught him in the chest through his shirt pocket.