Rattlesnake Crossing
A Joanna Brady Mystery
Chapter One
High on a cliff, the shooter panned the nightscope back and forth across the San Pedro Valley. It took a while for him to locate his chosen target across almost a mile of in tervening desert. At last, though, he found it. After first put ting on his ear protection, he pulled the trigger. In his hands the fifty-caliber sniper rifle roared to life. He felt certain he had nailed the pump, but there was no way to tell for sure. The pump didn't collapse. It just stood there, hit perhaps and with its interior guts shattered, but outwardly the ma chinery remained unfazed.
Frustrated, the shooter looked around for some other possibility. That was when he saw the cattle. Taking a bead on a dozing cow, he pulled the trigger again and was gratified to see her legs collapse under her. The shooter smiled in satisfaction. There was something god like in being able to kill from that far away, to be able to strike without warning, like a thunderbolt. The other cat tle, alarmed and frightened, milled abouti trying to escape from this unseen threat. Laughing in ... read full excerpt from: Rattlesnake Crossing:: A Joanna Brady Mystery ebook
