Fourteen
Tyler arrived back at the hotel to find Willie watching the lobby, making sure that no unwelcome guests came to call on Miss Victoria. His shotgun rested across his muscular arm. He cradled as if it were a newborn infant. A grim smile was fixed on his dusky features. His dark eyes danced with impatience as he stood in a relaxed posture that could become instantly lethal should the need arise.
“Hey, Ty,” the bartender said, as Tyler came into the lobby. The smell of dust met Tyler’s nostrils as he closed the door behind him. “Willie, how did it go?” he acknowledged the man with a tight grin.
“We followed their tracks for a while, but lost them in the valley. We tried to pick them up on the other side, but couldn’t find anything with all the rock and shale.” Willie shook his head
