Billy Young boards a train with his brother, Frank, unaware that only one of them will survive the short, hell-bound ride. When a group of brutal outlaws led by a man called Blood begins to methodically shoot the passengers down, Billy finds a way to save himself with the sole purpose of avenging his brother’s death.
But as events unfold, in an unlikely twist, Billy discovers the outlaws are working for someone else—someone with much to gain from the deaths of certain people in the community. Frank’s murder sets Billy on the trail of the three men who changed his world forever—and he won’t stop until he finds every last one of them.
Once he tracks them down, he’ll exact his vengeance—and it will be a pleasure. He’ll follow them to hell and back with one thing on his mind…KILLING BLOOD!
EXCERPT:
“How old are you, boy?” asked the leader. As he came up from his seat, he folded his knife and dropped it into his pocket.
The man who held the gun gave
Billy a yellow-toothed grin. His breath reeked of onion, but Billy’s spinning
brain only half logged that fact. “What?” Billy asked.
“I said, how old are you?”
The man with the gun touched the
muzzle to a spot between Billy’s eyebrows. The rest of the passengers sat
silent and watched. At least they all watched except for Frank. Frank was a man
who was quick to sleep, and he had already nodded off.
Billy swallowed hard and said, “Nineteen,
sir.” He called the man “sir” because he figured being polite in this situation
couldn’t hurt. “I was born in seventy-two, and yesterday was my birthday. My
brother and I took this train ride down to Cheyenne to celebrate.”
The leader of the group lifted
the Colt from the holster on Billy’s hip. “Well, happy birthday, kid. If you
want to live to see another one,” he said, tucking Billy’s gun into his belt, “you
best do as you’re told.”
