The Ghost of Iron Eyes (An Iron Eyes Western Book 8) (16 page)

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Authors: Rory Black

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All he knew for sure was
that he was in trouble.

Big trouble.

‘
You’re gonna pay, Iron Eyes!’ Toke Darrow screamed out as
he made his way from cover towards the stricken bounty hunter, his
cocked rifle gripped firmly in his hands. ‘You’re gonna pay for
killing my brothers!’

Iron Eyes rolled over and over
until he was stopped by the canyon wall. Then another bullet
blasted at him. The bounty hunter felt the warmth of blood as it
trickled down his left thigh. He knew that
Darrow
’s
bullet had ripped through the back of his leg.

‘
So
you’re the famous Iron Eyes, huh?’ Toke Darrow asked as he reached
the man who still could not see. The outlaw kicked one gun from the
bony hands and then the other. Darrow then pushed the barrel of his
rifle into the face of Iron Eyes. ‘You ain’t so big now, are
you.’

Iron Eyes lay motionless.
The barrel was hot and smoking.

‘
Who
are you, mister?’

‘
Why?
Do you want to know who killed you?’ Darrow snarled.

‘
Nope.
I wanna know how much bounty you’re worth,’ Iron Eyes replied
defiantly.

Darrow could not control his
rage any longer. He spat at the man at his feet and then curled his
finger around the trigger of the Winchester.

The sound of a shot echoed
all around the canyon.

Iron Eyes felt the ground
shudder beneath his belly as Toke Darrow fell beside him. The
bounty hunter raised himself up on his elbow and rubbed the dust
from his eyes until he was able to see once more. He stared at the
body and then looked around the canyon until he saw his
savior.

The small Texas Ranger led
his horse towards Iron Eyes with the smoking pistol in his shaking
hand.

The tall thin bounty hunter
managed to get up off the ground. He looked at Johnny
Cooper.

‘
My
name’s Johnny. I’m a Texas Ranger. You wouldn’t happen to know
where I could find me a doctor, would you?’

Before Iron Eyes could
reply, the youngster fell into his arms. Iron Eyes gently lowered
Johnny on to the sand and stared at the hole in the side of his
head. He pressed his fingers against the neck of the boy. There was
a faint pulse.

‘
I
don’t know who you are, but you sure saved my bacon, little man.’
Iron Eyes scooped the youngster up and carefully placed him on the
saddle of his horse. He used the cutting-rope to secure the
unconscious Ranger. ‘I’ll take you to a doctor and I’ll pay the
varmint’s fee. I owe you.’

Less than ten minutes later,
Iron Eyes led the strange caravan of animals
out of the narrow canyon. He
had the bodies of three valuable outlaws and two heavily laden
pack-horses in tow.

A fortune tied to the backs
of four horses.

But the most valuable thing
to Iron Eyes as he rode up into the blistering hot morning sun, was
little Johnny Cooper. A Texas Ranger with a bullet in his shattered
skull.

‘
You’ll be OK, little man,’ Iron Eyes vowed as he stabbed
his spurs into the flesh of Toke Darrow’s horse. ‘I ain’t gonna let
nothing else happen to you. You got Iron Eyes lookin’ after you
now.’

The Iron Eyes
Series

By Rory Black

Iron Eyes

Iron Eyes the
Avenger

The Spurs of Iron
Eyes

The Fury of Iron
Eyes

The Wrath of Iron
Eyes

The Curse of Iron
Eyes

The Spirit of Iron
Eyes

The Ghost of Iron
Eyes

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But the adventure doesn’t end here …