Kincade's Mystery

“Kincade coiled like a rattler…”

Lacho’s eyes darted to a pistol not six feet from Kincade’s boots. It might be the bandit’s only chance. He lunged.
Kincade jerked his Colt. Holding the trigger fast, he fanned six bullets into Lacho’s legs, tearing both into bloody shreds of skin and bone.
A rage boiled within Kincade’s stomach. This Mexican garbage wasn’t just a kidnapper. He destroyed people’s lives. Teeth grinding in anger, Kincade slowly turned back to where he’d seen a pile of rusty lan...