The Loner: DEAD MAN'S GOLD
Chapter One
New Mexico Territory, 229 years later
The man who called himself Kid Morgan reined
the buckskin to a halt as he topped a ridge dotted
with gnarled mesquites and clumps of hardy grass.
This was a dry, rugged land, inhospitable to men
and animals and hard on vegetation.
The Kid leaned forward in the saddle and
watched as a wagon raced from right to left
across the flats in front of him. A couple of hundred
yards back, three men on horseback galloped
after the vehicle, steadily gaining on it.
The Kid's eyes narrowed. The riders weren't
shooting at the wagon, just chasing it. He didn't
know what was going on, and these days he made
it a policy to mind his own business. Over the past
year, he had experienced quite a bit of tragedy
and strife in his life, and now he wanted nothing
but to be left alone. To drift aimlessly, not caring
about anything. He wasn't looking for trouble.
Although a person wouldn't know that to look
at him. The walnut grips of the Colt .45 holstered
on his right hip showed signs of considerable
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