The woman was being beaten up by the Sheriff's henchmen.
"I don't know anything", she said, crying.
"Don't give that Sybil. I tell you know, I won't let you pay any taxes on your land if you just tell us drifter is", the first henchmen said.
He had short, black colored hair, brown colored eyes, and tall. A deep scar ran down his left cheek; he also held a double barrelled gun pointing at her scared face.
Sybil's long, black colored horsehair braided hair was dirty. Her brown colored eyes stared at her attackers. And her blue colored, flounced dress were also dirty.
And she was barefoot.
As the henchmen ravished her, the drifter shot them dead with his double barrelled guns. "COME WITH ME, MISS...I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOUR CLOTHES, AND SHOES. AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU REQUIRE!", the drifter said, as he put his guns away in his holster. And, with the strong smell of gunsmoke still burning in the hot, Arizona air, Sybill wrapped her arms around the Drifter's semi-naked body, as he kissed her...and took her to safety.
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The Saloon of Dead Men A Western
Historische fictieIn 1853, a mysterious Drifter heads to a place where no men dare to travel. And, as he arrives, he brings death to those who threaten him. The new historical Western/Adventure novel by Robert Helliger, author of "The hook man only comes out at night...
