"The boy was fast. Even in the split second that. he turned, he recognised Herne from his brother's description. Tall, with long greying hair. Face in the moonlight as pale as a washed corpse, the eyes slits of darkness... George lashed out at Herne with his knife, the tip of the blade snagging the cloth of the shootist's sleeve. 'Good,' grunted Jed, stepping back and parrying the second blow with the hilt of the bayonet.
'But not good enough.' Catching George in the back as he turned the boy, the point of the slim blade burying itself between kidney and spine.
The hillbilly gasped at the force of the blow, lurching away, dropping his own dagger.
Both hands groping behind him for the wound. Bringing one unbelievingly to his face, staring closely at the smooth blood..."
Jed Herne had come across the Cheyney family in a remote Virginian forest, where they were being terrorised by two very strange men.
He offered to lead the family to safety -for a price, of course-but first they had to go through the small town of Texas, a town where few people survived to tell of the horrors they had seen there...
Twenty-third in a savage Western series.
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