Accompanied by five well-armed and angry looking cowhands, Mario rode from his father"s ranch across the open range towards Reece, who waited, chewing his lip anxiously. Without any hint of a greeting, Mario reined in his horse and sat there, breathing hard. He spent a long time studying his brother, his stare unblinking and cold, before turning his head to look at Tobias who sat slumped against a cluster of rocks, eyes closed, face swollen, groaning. “He looks bad.”
“He is bad.”
is“Then why in the hell haven"t you taken him to Doc Wilson"s?”
“That was my intention.”
“So what happened?”
“Jessup. He took it upon himself to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.”
“What in the hell does that mean?”
To even the most casual of glances, it would be apparent this speaker was not lik
