Chapter 15
“Johnny August is comin’ this way…”
“He’s been seen in Cimarron…”
“Johnny August has a score to settle…”
The whispers passed around from one man to another until it sounded like a low rumble all over the little town of Thunderbolt. Ever since the people learned that Johnny August was on his way to their town, they lived in fear. They constantly watched the road into town, looking for a black-clad outlaw that walked with a confident swagger and sat tall in his saddle, with one hand always on his gun.
“He’s here!” the man yelled when he got the first glimpse of a black outfit with black boots and silver spurs. He turned and ran toward the sheriff’s office and slammed in. “He’s here, Sheriff, and he looks like he’s lookin’ for trouble.”
The two men looked through the window,
