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Adam Steele 31: The Cheaters. Adam Steele, #31
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- ISBN978-1-005-72407-8
- EAN9781005724078
- Date de parution01/11/2022
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- ÉditeurC. C. Chamberlane
Résumé
Accord, Wyoming. To Steele it looked like some sort of ghost town. Nothing moving, no people, no horses, not even a cur dog. Nothing except the hot dry wind blowing down the one street, raising a little dust. His horse's hooves echoed lough as he rode warily through. Then, suddenly, Steele found people. A crowd gathered on the far side of town, watching. Under a tree a young fear-sweated cowhand waited, his wrists bound.
From the tree dangled a rope. Steele was just in time for the hanging, just in time to get involved in a range war that would stain too much bad blood across the good land.
From the tree dangled a rope. Steele was just in time for the hanging, just in time to get involved in a range war that would stain too much bad blood across the good land.
Accord, Wyoming. To Steele it looked like some sort of ghost town. Nothing moving, no people, no horses, not even a cur dog. Nothing except the hot dry wind blowing down the one street, raising a little dust. His horse's hooves echoed lough as he rode warily through. Then, suddenly, Steele found people. A crowd gathered on the far side of town, watching. Under a tree a young fear-sweated cowhand waited, his wrists bound.
From the tree dangled a rope. Steele was just in time for the hanging, just in time to get involved in a range war that would stain too much bad blood across the good land.
From the tree dangled a rope. Steele was just in time for the hanging, just in time to get involved in a range war that would stain too much bad blood across the good land.
