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As he tied the last prisoner, Tex looked up at the stars. "Superstition's a weapon, Kit. So is greed. But the truth? That's a faster draw than either."
"The cellar," Tex said, "or the cemetery. Your choice." Tex Willer Pdf
"Same as the others," Tex muttered to Kit Carson's son, Kit Willer, riding beside him. "The stagecoach guards never saw the attackers. Said they 'rose from the earth and vanished into stone.'" As he tied the last prisoner, Tex looked up at the stars
That night, hidden among the mission's ruins, they watched. At midnight, three men in crude war paint and cavalry cloaks emerged from a hidden cellar below the old altar. They chanted nonsense syllables, lit candles — then another man came forward: Sheriff Bullock from Tombstone. But the truth
Kit dismounted, touching a dark stain on the sandstone. "Blood. And... wax?"
They chose the cellar. Inside, Tex found sacks of stolen army payroll, a theatrical ghost costume made of bedsheets and phosphorous paint — and the real killers of five men.
Tex knelt. A red candle stub. Then he spotted it — a feathered headdress painted on a rock, but the feathers were inverted. "Not Apache. Not Navajo. Someone's playing pretend."