CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
From where he was, Roose heard a voice from inside the saloon shouting, “Now, Sefton!” just as a red-hot bullet shot harmlessly above his head. Reacting quickly, he swung Channi in front of him just in time as a second bullet thudded into the bank robber’s chest. Holding the stricken man upright and using him as a shield, Roose fired three rounds into the upstairs window from where the shots were fired and, pushing Channi aside, ran to the saloon doors.
Half-a-dozen paces from making it, the doors exploded into a shower of splintered wood causing Roose to hurl himself sideways. Rolling out of harm’s way, he glanced up to see Whit going through what remained of the doors. He swore, stood up, and ran after the marshal.
There was a man behind the counter, doing his leve
