Larry McCall inched his way up to the lighted window. Inside, outlaw Ross Doyle talked excitedly with his henchmen. Suddenly he slammed his fist on the table.
"That damned polecat's escaped again?" He pushed his chair from the table and headed for the door. "Come on, fellas, we got to move fast!"
Larry faded into the darkness outside. The hunt for him was on...
Gør som tusindvis af andre bogelskere
Tilmeld dig nyhedsbrevet og få gode tilbud og inspiration til din næste læsning.
Ved tilmelding accepterer du vores persondatapolitik.Du kan altid afmelde dig igen.
