Ten Dollar Hoss and a Forty-Dollar Saddle
Kippel stumbled out of the cell, the door shutting and locking behind him as the criminal laid flat on the cell floor. His own face was bruised and bloodied, his bolo tie was loose and his shirt had been torn and blood soaked from the fight. He left the Rookery Bay Rider worse than he had been left, leaving the criminal laying on the ground with a bloodier face than ...
