Tex Willer Pdf 〈WORKING〉

The sun bled red over the Arizona desert. Tex Willer reined in his palomino, Navajo, and studied the tracks below the canyon rim. Five riders — shod horses, one dragging a hoof — headed toward the abandoned mission at Mesa Roja.

Tex stepped from the shadows. "Evening, Sheriff. Ghosts don't usually carry Winchester '73s." Tex Willer Pdf

Tex knelt. A red candle stub. Then he spotted it — a feathered headdress painted on a rock, but the feathers were inverted. "Not Apache. Not Navajo. Someone's playing pretend." The sun bled red over the Arizona desert