Chapter 16
By midnight, the town was reasonably quiet.
All the wild partying at the White Stallion Saloon had cooled down to a soft roar. The cowboys, one by one, were staggering out through the swinging doors and heading for home, but there were still those that hung on until the very last drop in every bottle of whiskey was drank. Crushed out cigarettes, poker chips, and cards littered a couple of tables, tired saloon girls with tired smiles tried to discourage those that insisted the night was young yet.
A man dressed in black stood across the road hiding himself in a leaning shadow, watching the drunk cowboys come and go. The darkness hid his sharp, assessing eyes, his confident swagger, and his broad shoulders that were strong, muscled, and threatening.
He waited.
As the clock ti
