CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
His chest wheezed and his shoulder, where Destry’s bullet, still lodged deep in the muscle, had hit him all those years ago, hurt like sin. He reined in, unable to bring his horse to full gallop due to the motion causing the pain to increase. He took a long drink from his canteen and studied the surroundings, the mountains with their thinned out wooded slopes. White water’s prosperity hinged upon its lumber industry, but the trees had all but gone now. He doubted whether there was little more than a year left before the place was abandoned. A far cry from how it was when he rode in at the head of his men, guns blazing, Rebel Yells erupting from their mouths. Good days, brought to an abrupt end by Destry and his interfering.
He squeezed his eyes shut. His mind returned t
