Blood Lands by bestselling author Ralph Cotton
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She moved
her sights over to the parson, then to Evans, then to
Muller. They fit the description Reese had given her
before he died. These were the ones; if by some fluke
they weren’t her attackers, her father’s killers, too
bad, she thought. If that was the case, they had
simply picked the wrong day to come calling. Her
sights homed onto Muller, the one farthest away, the
one most likely to get atop his horse and make a run
for it. She
rested the sights there and waited, breathing slowly,
calmly. Strange, she thought, how not long ago she had
looked for the slightest reason not to kill these men,
these men who had violated her, who had taken her
father’s life, and in that sense destroyed hers. But
that had changed. Now, if they fit the description, or
matched the names, or came close to doing either, she
wanted them dead. The killing had begun. The quicker they were dead, the sooner she could live in a home of her own—something she’d never had. And more than that, she could hold her head up and live there in peace, like regular, everyday folks—something she’d never known. A tear glistened in her eye, but there was no time to wipe it away. She wouldn’t let it affect her aim. Order
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