The Crimson Quirt Author:William Colt MacDonald As he rode across the sandy wasteland, Pete sighted the soaring buzzards. They flew in smaller and smaller circles, swooping nearer and nearer their prey. — He spurred his horse closer-and stopped short, staring in amazement at the bullet-riddled body of the old man in the rocking chair, his guns by his side and his red riding whip lying nearby.
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Pete stooped to pick up the crimson quirt when it happened. Suddenly, bullets hit the dust around his feet and he found himself a shooting target...« less