Wildcat Mountain

Red’s guns appeared in his hands without seeming to have moved and twin bullets hammered into Ludlow before he could even pull the pistol from his holster. Hitching up on his toes, the man took two steps forward before pitching forward on his face and lying still. Coolly Red fed shells into the empty chambers and flipped the cylinder closed. Dropping the guns back into their holsters he turned on his heel and walked away without a backward glance. Red Rivers lived by the gun and he was faster than a flash of lightning, but he wanted to live in peace. Could he ever find a life away from killing and guns? If he lived through the next few weeks, he’d have a chance, and for that he would risk it all.