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bellies long enough for them to get
back to their horses.
    ‘ Where we headed?’ Whit asked, finishing his bread as he pulled
himself up into the saddle by the saddle-horn.
    Tom Hardy
dragged himself up into his own saddle, after forcing the tequila
bottles into his saddle-bags. His frustration showed as he gathered
up the loose reins and pulled the horse away from the rail.
    ‘ We are after the creep who killed our brother, Whit,’ he
snarled, spitting the remnants of animal bone from between his
sparse teeth. ‘Remember?’
    Whit shrugged
and took a long swig from his bottle, shaking his head violently as
the strong liquor reached his brain. The journey did not take
long.
    ‘ We are after Iron Eyes,’ Whit grinned as he allowed his nag to
turn away from the hitching-rail and join his awaiting
brother.
    ‘ Right,’ Tom agreed as he twisted his neck in order to relieve
the pain that still hammered inside his head. No matter how hard he
tried, the combination of cheap liquor and rotten grub took its
toll upon his demeanour. He felt like hell and he was
angry.
    The brainless
Whit sat as he dribbled the burning tequila from his dry lips.
    ‘ That’s right. Ain’t it, Tom?’ he gushed. ‘I is right, ain’t
I?’
    Tom Hardy
nodded and then shook his head in frustration at his dim-witted
brother, not that he was ever going to be mistaken for a genius
himself
    The two riders
rode out of the small Latin township and faithfully followed the
route that the feeble law officer had pointed out.
    They had
revenge in their hearts but little else.
    These were two
men who would try and catch up with the man who was heading to El
Paso to collect his blood money
    What neither
man knew was that the man they chased was the most evil and
dangerous man they could ever hope to meet. Not that any normal man
would wish to catch up with Iron Eyes and his pair of Navy
Colts.
    The two
remaining Hardy brothers were neither normal nor were they too
smart. They were the body of the chicken after the axe had removed
the head of the bird. They were the two lesser Hardy brothers and
their brain had been removed.
    Dan Hardy was
dead.
    Whit and Tom
Hardy were heading after his executioner with plenty of liquor in
not only their saddle-bags but their guts too.
    They would
chase their brother’s killer for no better reason than they were
going to make him pay
    As the dust
rose behind their horses’ hooves, the remaining hours of their
futile lives were beginning to run out. Like sand through a pail
with a hole in its bottom, the end was getting closer with every
stride their mounts took.
    Smarter men
would have reasoned the odds and quit their riding after a known
killer like Iron Eyes. The trouble with dumb folks is that they
follow the beats of their hearts, rather than the messages from
their heads, because the messages in their brains usually are not
worth listening to.
    They were
heading toward hell.
    There would be
no prisoners taken.
    Only death
would end this quest for revenge.
    Unfortunately,
death had ridden on Iron Eyes’ shoulder for many a long while.

Chapter Seven
    It was late
afternoon before the rifle-woman allowed the gaunt Iron Eyes to
dismount from his Indian pony
    The sun was
setting below the far-away hills that marked the Texas side of the
wide river.
    It was still
unbelievably hot, and the sweat had soaked through both their
shirts. Now every detail of her fine-formed breasts could be seen
by the sharp-eyed bounty-hunter.
    He had
continued bleeding from the hole in his ear for over an hour, and
his shoulder was stained with his own blood.
    She watched as
he bent down to pick up the tin plate she had indicated. He helped
himself to a slice of burned bacon and sat down upon the hard
ground. It tasted good, he thought, as he chewed the meat and
watched her with squinting eyes.
    Whoever she
was, she was good.
    She had done
something no other living person had ever managed to do. She had
taken a chunk out of him.
    Iron