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Episode Six concluded with:
Thompson was forced into a grove of trees. The
gag was removed from his mouth and this time the captor who gave the orders
made no attempt to change his voice. He spoke in an almost jocular manner as he
yanked off his hood. “I’ll give you a moment to make peace with your creator,
Sheriff. I always liked you. Sorry it’s come to this.”
“I’m already at peace with my creator.” Max
Thompson turned around. He had been right. There were five outlaws: four were
still wearing hoods. The talkative one was wearing a sneer. Max shook his head
at the man who had a hood in his left hand and a six shooter in his right. “I
never woulda guessed. You had me fooled. I must be gettin’ old.”
The unmasked outlaw laughed. “Gettin’ old is a
problem you’re not gonna have, Max.”
Episode Seven
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Rory
Kagan kissed his mother on her cheek. “Ma, you’re always the first up every
morning. How do you do it?”
Irene
Kagan smiled at her son and at the oven which was in front of her as if both
were beloved family members. “Fixin’ breakfast is one of my jobs ‘round here.
That means pullin’ myself outta bed early.”
“Pa
and me could do more. I think Pa is still in bed.”
“Now
Rory, you know Glenn Kagan works harder than any man in this territory, what
with headin’ up the Homesteaders Association and all the responsibilities of
the farm. He deserves a few extra minutes of shut-eye now and again. Just let
him be.” She looked at her son affectionately. “If you’re so fired up ‘bout bein’
helpful, go fetch some water.”
Rory
laughed, picked up a bucket and headed outside. The pump was located near the
barn and as he put down the bucket he could hear a horse neighing inside. The
neighing sounded far too close to the door. Did one of the horses break out of
its stall?
The
young man lifted the bar and opened the barn door. Immediately inside was a
saddled horse. The animal didn’t belong to the family, but it looked familiar.
“This is Midnight,” Rory spoke softly as he petted the black gelding. “Sheriff
Thompson’s horse, what’s--”
Rory
spotted blood on Midnight’s saddle, then he saw the body on the floor.
“Sheriff
Thompson!” Rory Kagan crouched over the body of the lawman. He felt for a pulse,
but knew there was none. What lay in front of him was a pale corpse.
Tomorrow:
Episode Eight of Night Riders
