Chapter 61Every time another bullet zinged off a nearby headstone, Dunne clenched his teeth tighter.
He was safe behind the stone crucifix for the moment, but Weed's people had him pinned. They were shooting all around him—probably closing in, though he was afraid to take a look. If Dunne tried to run for it, he was pretty sure they'd pick him off.
He had the means to defend himself—a loaded pistol in each hand, a rifle on his back—but he was too scared to use them. As brave as he'd thought he'd been to leave the mausoleum, he was still at the mercy of the same old chickenshit tendencies.
All he could hope for, he thought, was a last burst of adrenalin when they cornered him. Maybe he could go down fighting, like a Weeping Willow would.
Either that, or the cavalry could rush to hel
