Edge squeezed the trigger of the Henry and the bullet caught the kid clean between the eyes, knocked the kid sideways out of the saddle, to be dragged along for several yards before his foot came free of the stirrup. The other kid, shocked by what had happened to his friend, tried to wheel his horse away from Edge, dropping his gun as he pulled at the reins. Edge waited until the kid was level with him and not three yards from the muzzle of the rifle. Then he squeezed the trigger twice, his hand a mere blur of movement as he ejected the first shell. The large caliber bullets took the top of the kid’s head off like it was a breakfast egg and he fell alongside his partner in crime, both their young faces looking up at Edge until the pumping blood obliterated their features.
Edge heard a gasp behind him and turned to find Gail holding onto Honey’s arm for support after she had looked at the youngsters.
The new sheriff of Peaceville spat into the street. “I think I just solved the town’s juvenile crime problem,” he said, then narrowed his eyes, puzzled. “Or ain’t that fashionable here yet?”
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