New Release - Jason Kilkenny’s Gun by Kit Prate - Giveaway!

Legendary bounty hunter Rance Savage is dying of pneumonia. As luck would have it, he is discovered by two brothers, Will and Josh Kincaid, and brought into town to be cared for by Doc Harper. Once he’s recovering, Savage plays on young Josh Kincaid’s starstruck admiration for him by giving him his first real taste of manhood.

But when Savage kills a man, he’s put under lock and key—unfairly—to young Josh Kincaid’s way of thinking. To make matters worse, it’s Josh’s own uncle, Jake Kincaid, who is responsible for bringing the bounty man down. Josh has a skewed view of who the real Rance Savage is—and he’s determined to help him get free—no matter the cost. 

In a deadly twist of fate, Savage finally is in the position of power he’s been seeking for twenty years—to kill the man he blames for making him a cripple. A chance discovery of a long-hidden rifle is the catalyst that brings freedom from a terrible secret—and death in its wake. How many lives will JASON KILKENNY’S GUN destroy?

EXCERPT:

The entrance to the cavern was plainly visible. Something lay on the ground in front of the black hole. Dark, furry, like a small bear, yet somehow different. Whatever it was, it sprawled across the corpse of the old wolf.

Josh rose up on one elbow. He was a good hundred yards from the wolf’s den, and he lay quietly, debating his next move. In his mind’s eye, he drew fantasies of what must have happened, the way the old wolf must have died. The animal would have fought to his death to defend his secret place, and would have taken his attacker with him. Using the rifle as a staff, the boy rose up on his knees and pulled himself erect. There was a sadness in him as he approached the creatures sprawled on the ground.

He reached the pair, realizing for the first time that the thing he had thought an animal was a man in a buffalo-hide coat. A big man, six feet or more in height, with immense, well-muscled shoulders, and long-fingered hands. Laying the rifle aside, Josh reached out, his fingers probing at the long artery in the man’s neck. Suddenly, a hand closed around his lower arm, a vise squeezing against the fragile bones in his wrist.

     And then the voice came, weak, barely above a whisper. “I need help, boy.” The fingers tightened, and the man repeated the words, louder, “I need help.”

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