He plans to find the killer and put him on a train to Fort Smith—or bury him. Ruskin is as ruthless as they come, and Luke has been doing some thinking on this assignment—does he want to spend the rest of his life wondering if every warrant he serves will be his last? When he meets Sarah McBride, she brings more to the table than a good meal—the offer of the kind of life he’s always dreamed of.
Luke has to finish what he started with Johnny Ruskin, but death is all around him. Can he and Sarah get out of Joplin alive? No matter what, he must serve THE LAST WARRANT…
EXCERPT
White-hot pain tapped Luke
Randall’s shoulder, like someone touched him with a branding iron as the deep-throated
bark of a rifle echoed between the rocks and trees. Startled, he pitched from
his saddle in an awkward dive that left him rolled up behind a limestone
boulder with dirt and leaves sticking to his clothes. It would have been a softer
landing if he had more meat on his bones, but he’d been blessed with big hands
and feet, with a lot of skinny in between.
His horse walked on a few paces,
turned once to look at him like he’d
lost his mind, and then commenced to munch on the tall grass next to the trail.
Leaning against the rock, Luke rubbed his stinging shoulder,
checking for blood. The bullet barely broke the skin, leaving a notch in the
top of his vest. He’d paid a good chunk of money for leather, and now it had a
hole in it. Served him right for not getting cloth like most others would. How
would he sew up leather?
He eased out one of his pistols, checking it for dirt. If
he’d known his quarry was such a poor shot, he would have pushed harder to
catch up. A couple of squabbling blue jays nearly drowned out the hoofbeats of
the outlaw’s horse cantering away and Luke scrambled into the cover of
the trees bordering the trail to wait. It wouldn’t be the first time someone
sent their horse away as a decoy to set up an ambush.
