Shootout in Dodge City
Excerpt
Chapter One
Abilene, Kansas
A pair of gaudy red shutters hung on spring hinges served in place of the customary bat-wing half doors in the entrance of the Trail's End Saloon. From the boardwalk, Joseph Carrigan peered across the shutter tops into the crowded room beyond. What passed for music blew out against his face like a foul wind: An untuned piano with tacks on its hammers was assaulting a dance tune while a drunken Mexican man with a battered and equally untuned guitar struggled to keep pace.
Joseph shook his head. Terrible, how the unsophisticates of the human race abused the divine gift of music. It was first cousin to blasphemy. But Liam would be drawn to such a place as this, so Joseph pushed through the swinging doors into the musical slaughterhouse. With any luck his brother would be there, and still sober enough to make it back to the hotel on his own.
The saloon reeked of cigar smoke, decomposing spittle in spittoons too long uncleaned, unwashed human bodies, and for some reason onions. Joseph looked around. No Liam.
He eyed the staircase leading up to the floor above. A drunk cowboy was heading up with a rump ... read full excerpt from: Carrigan Brothers: Shootout in Dodge City ebook
