The brown colored Stagecoach was new.
Sykes, the driver, wore a brown colored Top Hat on his huge head. He had short, brown colored hair, brown colored eyes, and long sideburns on his face.
"COME ON! WE'VE GOT TO HEAD TO UTAH!", he grabbed the brown colored reigns of the horses with both hands.
His brown colored linen coat flapped in the hot, Arizona wind. His brown colored turnover collar strangled his neck. He stopped briefly. Then, once he adjusted the collar, he could now breathe. Sykes, who was 35, saw several masked men on black hooded horses. They held double barrelled guns in their right hands.
"GIVE US THE GOLD!", one of the robbers yelled.
"WE HAVE NO GOLD!", Sykes yelled as well.
And then the lead robber shot Sykes in the chest several times. As his body thudded onto the Arizona desert ground, and bled from his wounds, Sykes's terrified passengers screamed until the robbers stole all of their jewels, wallets, and other personal items.
"No gold, boss!", one of the robbers said.
"Then let's rob other carriages. And kill them all before they can talk", the lead robber ordered. Suddenly they heard the sounds of the Sheriff's horses rush towards them. "LET'S GO!", one of the robbers shouted, as the group of six robbers fled the scene of the crime...but not before several of the Sheriff's gunshots killed some of them in the process.
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The Saloon of Dead Men A Western
Ficción históricaIn 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...
