CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Dear God,” gasped the doc. Reece quickly grabbed his arm to prevent him from saying anything more and gave him a withering look. In reply, Doc Turner put his head down and released a long sigh.
They’d arrived at almost the same time as the men from the ranch and were now hidden amongst a nearby thicket with a clear view of the shack.
“They murdered that man in cold blood,” said the doc when the riders finally moved away. “I never thought I’d live to see such a thing.”
Remaining silent, Reece stood up and stretched out his back. “We’ll check the shack then go after ‘em.”
“What, are you mad? We’re two against how many … eight?”
“I counted ten, with Destry and Bourne.”
“Oh well, that’s so much better, isn’t it!” He shook his head vigorously. “We have to think of a
