The riders crested the hill in front of him and Silas had his first good look at what was approaching. He recognized the horse as one of the nightmare-breed common in hell. These were skeletal with large pieces of flesh and horsehair hanging off their bones. This one looked both desiccated and still moist with open wounds over its body like it could not decide between being a mummy or a zombie.
Its rider was tall and swathed in a long duster, old west style, but in the inky black that only Hell clothiers could accomplish. Every inch of this body was covered except for the slit of space between his bandanna and his hat where his eyes should have been. In that slit, dust swirled. One of Longmire’s men.
As the Dustman descended the hill, four other creatures followed behind. They rod
