[Complete] When young Boone Rigger is pulled into the most fierce Gunslinger Tournament in the country, he must find the courage to kill, or be buried six feet underground.
The Iron Alchemist: Slinger Wars Book 1
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Jostice gave Krix a 'ready' nod and the bounty hunter returned the gesture.
The Ace turned, lifted a boot, and drove it through the hinged slab of wood. The door shrieked, swinging with force, and hit the wall rattling. An eerie gloom smoked the inside of the farmhouse. And the smell of decaying flesh filled the room.
Brugar, the crooked lipped man, and two other deputies climbed the porch, dodging bullets that sunk into farmhouse beams and walls. The horses ran circles. The deceased four were used as target practice. Their bodies shaking with each bullet that ate into flesh.
Jostice moved through the threshold between the outside and the farmhouse. Flies circled blackish, raw meat. Dried, red splotches on the walls, table, and chairs.
The crooked lipped deputy said, "Yurks were known to be brutal, but this was something else…"
"Are we too late," Brugar's lower lip rolled like a caterpillar.
Krix stood at the back of the room. He pointed into the kitchen. "It looks like they turned this place into a butchers shop; the old man and the farmer's boy being on the menu."
The men approached him cautiously, guns raised.
With many eyes in the room that'd seen man disturbing things, the men had never seen such a sight. Savage did not describe it. Skinny, brown spotted legs, severed horned heads, and racks of muscle-covered ribs hung from hooks from the roof. The blood raining on the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. One may forget the smell and the sight, but could never rid the ring of dripping blood from their ears.
"Cows. They're all cows. They'd knew we'd come here first," Jostice said, moving around the dangling flesh, careful not to slip on blackish-red pools that surrounded his boots. He turned and slid between two heads, finding the back of the kitchen. A door was left open at the rear, allowing warm, fresh air to circulate, while the scent of decay brought more flies to the uninvited feast. "Just as I feared. They've gone out the back and rallied at the barn."
"What now, Boss?" Krix asked. "Them savages are going to keep that barn heavily guarded."
"We could burn them out," the crooked lipped deputy suggested.
"Nah…" Jostice shook his head. "If the old man and boy are in there then they could be killed." I should've brought the Yurk prisoner, he thought, his hand fondling the slick gold and sharp-edged gem in his pocket. He slipped the ring onto his finger. But who says I can't still use that to my advantage. He turned to the men. "I've got an idea … Yurks are full of pride … we just need to stir the nest."
