Available now on Kindle, print version to follow in a couple weeks.
This is Book #2 in the Bodie Kendrick – Bounty Hunter series. Plenty of gritty, hardboiled Western action to be found here.
This one partners Bodie with another manhunter, Doc Turpin, out of Texas. In quick order, they dispatch the bloodthirsty Klegg-Harrup gang that has mercilessly slaughtered innocent citizens during a bank robbery in the town of New Gleanus. But that's only the start …
Here's the "back cover" blurb:
Bodie Kendrick had a reputation for being one of the most relentless bounty hunters throughout Arizona and New Mexico.
Doc Turpin, out of Texas, shared similar renown.
When the two of them partnered up to bring in the Harrup-Klegg Gang, it was the end of the trail for the bloodthirsty outlaws who had robbed the New Gleanus bank and then needlessly, mercilessly slaughtered innocents as they shot up the town riding away.
The gunsmoke from that encounter has scarcely cleared, however, before Doc is mysteriously lured away in the middle of the night by a rebelista firebrand known only as Estraleta. Troubled by his new partner's sudden and ill-explained departure, Kendrick pursues the pair in order to try and find out what is going on. His only clue is that they reportedly are bound for the notorious south-of-the-border town called Bordados.
Quicker than the rapid-fire discharge of a Gatling gun, Kendrick finds himself embroiled in a conflict between local rebels fighting to regain their town and a corrupt Rurale official backed by a wolf pack of American desperados who've found haven in Bordados and are hell bent on keeping it. Once again, Kendrick and Doc—along with the savagely beautiful Estraleta and a tormented former Confederate colonel—fight side by side against stacked odds.
But that's never stopped either one of them before …
And here's a "teaser" excerpt from the text:
While Doc was keeping his man pinned down, Kendrick walked over to Chulla, who’d managed to smother the flames that had caught his clothing and was now rolling back and forth on the ground, mewling in pain. Kendrick paused long enough to kick him nonchalantly in the head, knocking him unconscious and putting him out of his misery. That done, he drew his Colt and turned to Turpin, saying, "Lend a hand there, Doc?"
"Join in if you like," Turpin answered. "Workin' on flushing out a yellow dog."
But before Kendrick got off even a shot, Bedney called from behind the tree: "Wait a minute! Hold it! Hold your fire. I ain’t no match for the two of you, not no how. I’ll throw my guns out … I’ll do anything you say."
"Talk is cheap," Turpin said. "Let’s see those guns come out."
Bedney hesitated. "How do I know you won’t shoot me anyway?"
Kendrick said, "If we’re of a mind to shoot you, then shot is what you’ll get, regardless. Comin' out unarmed with hands high is your best chance. Believe it."
After several clock ticks, Bedney’s Colt sailed out and landed on the ground seven or eight feet from the tree. "That’s it. That cleans me out."
"Haul yourself out from behind that trunk then, where we can see you," Turpin said. "Hands high, like you were told."
Bedney emerged, visibly shaken. His bug-eyed stare swept over his fallen comrades. "My God, look at ‘em … all my pards … every one cut down." His eyes found Kendrick and Turpin, danced nervously back and forth between them. "You two are a couple of holy terrors, you know that?"
Turpin blinked away some of the blood dripping down off his left brow and said, "Not a damn thing holy about us, old man…we’re just doing a job."
Hopefully, there's something there to stir your interest.
Hope you give it a try, I think you'll be glad you did.
Persevere — WD