Justice must be served when eighteen-year-old Billy Point is murdered
on the Arizona-Mexico border. But the prominent family of the young man is
incensed that the lawman chosen to go after the killers is a retired Arizona
Ranger—John Shadow Briggs.
Shadow Briggs has never been one to shirk his duty—and this time is no
different. The best of the best, he follows the cold trail of the murderers,
muddied by the attempts of the young man’s hot-headed father to take the law
into his own hands.
The re-telling of this last assignment, the steady pursuit, and the
final outcome is the precious gift Shadow Briggs bequeaths an aspiring young
writer. This is the story of how tangled justice was sorted by one man. Duty
lies heavy on a man’s shoulders, and some things can never be forgotten. Such
was THE LAST RIDE OF SHADOW BRIGGS…
EXCERPT
“There ain’t no call for
this!”
“Shet up, Luke!”
“Por que?” Diego
asked. “What for?” Archibald delivered another kick, this one landing in the
heavy man’s stomach, making him wretch. “We only brought a little saint to del
Bac,” he groaned in Spanish.
“Fetch them horses.” The boys
did. “Mount up,” he ordered Diez. Diego stood by his brother, reaching out to
the cuts and bruises, pulling helplessly at cactus needles protruding from his
face. Archibald landed his third kick, directed between the heavy man’s thighs
and down he went. Point created two loops on the rope now, firing the
double-noose into the air over an outstretched oak limb ten feet from the
ground. The vaqueros were forced into their saddles, a horse on either
side of the limb, both men mounted. Archibald slipped a noose over each head.
“Drawed a bead on a helpless boy, did ya?”
“Mi culpa!” Diego
confessed. “I’m guilty. It was me.”
“Too
late, amigo,” Archibald laughed. “Too
late.”...