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but there was no alternative. It was either
climb or die and Iron Eyes was not ready to die just yet.
    If this was to be his last stand, he was
going to try and take as many Apache with him as possible. He had
no intention of going to hell on his own.
    The tall figure ran to the foot
of the rock
face and started to climb.

Chapter Five
    Even trail dust could not
disguise the fact that the elegant rider astride the black gelding
was a man with whom it did not pay to toy. He looked every part a
gunfighter and yet the marshal ’s star pinned to his silk vest told a very
different story. This was an old-fashioned lawman, the sort that
had mostly gone the way of the buffalo over the past couple of
decades. Marshal Tom Quaid had been able to smell Dry Gulch more
than an hour before his keen eyes had seen the whitewashed
buildings shimmering in the heat haze.
    He had steered his horse well since leaving
Texas and never faltered in his relentless pursuit of the outlaw
known as Diamond Back Jones. He knew that his star meant nothing
here in the territories and he should have long since ended his
chase, but Quaid was not a man to allow the mere limitations of the
law prevent him from executing the warrant in his vest pocket.
    Whatever it took, he was determined to get
his man.
    He wanted Diamond Back Jones either alive or
dead. It made no difference, although there was a demon inside him
that could think of nothing but killing the ruthless outlaw.
    If it had been any other outlaw he would
have observed the borders and admitted defeat. But this time it was
different. This time it was personal.
    For the first time since he had
become a United States marshal, he had allowed his heart to overrule his
fifty-three-year-old head. Ignored the twenty-eight years
experience of upholding the law and allowed his fury to guide
him.
    This time he had hit the trail alone because
he wanted no witnesses and no one along who might just point out
when he overstepped the mark.
    Quaid would be judge, jury and executioner
if need be. If he did break any of his precious laws, it would be
he alone who would have to live with the consequences.
    He had left Texas more than a month earlier
and trailed the infamous outlaw further and further west until he
realized that Diamond Back Jones was probably leading him into a
trap. For he knew that this unforgiving landscape was home to the
brutal Jones. Here the hunted would have the advantage. Yet Quaid
did not worry over such things.
    Tom Quaid was of the old school of
lawmen.
    He lived by his gun skills
because there had been a time when that had been the only way you could
protect the innocent from the lawless vermin who roamed this big
land.
    It took a certain sort of man to live life
on the knife-edge of almost daily danger. To face death and not be
afraid. But Tom Quaid was that sort of man. A rare breed that never
flinched away from trouble. A man who could never be bluffed.
    For over a month the rider had thought about
the reasons why he had set out on this quest. The haunting images
had flashed through his mind in every waking moment and turned his
sleep into nightmares. In nearly thirty years of being a lawman
nothing had affected him this way before. There was only one reason
why he was after the outlaw.
    This was revenge. Pure and simple revenge.
Diamond Back Jones would pay for what he had done back in Texas.
Quaid had vowed that over the graves of his two daughters.
    There was nowhere on the face of the earth
that the veteran marshal would not go in order to catch the
bloodthirsty killer. Even if it meant riding into the bowels of
Hell itself. He would never stop his avenging pursuit.
    If there had ever been any fear dwelling in
the marshal, it had disappeared since that chilling moment when he
had discovered the bodies of his only remaining family members on
his ranch just outside Waco.
    Their murders had somehow stripped every
ounce of caution from Tom Quaid’s soul. Now he had nothing left to
lose