No Mercy for a Killer (Preview)

Chapter One

Bart Gavin thanked the waiter as the man placed a drink in front of him. He intended to join the poker game being played at the First Chance Saloon in Natchez Hills, but first he wanted to take a moment to relax and study how things were going for the other players.

He was a skilled player, an intelligent and friendly man with an amiable smile. A friend had said of him that Bart was “one of those people you automatically liked.” Gavin always thought that trait was a plus when playing poker for a living.

He sipped his drink. He usually had one drink before the cards were dealt and might have another during the game, but no more. He was optimistic about the day. He had already played against the men at the poker table, and while they were good players, he thought he was better.

Currently, Gavin was a professional gambler, but he didn’t plan to make his living playing poker forever. He loved horses and, in the back of his mind, had plans to build a horse ranch so he could raise and race horses. He was as comfortable in a saddle as he was at a poker table. And Natchez Hills might be the ideal spot to make his dreams come true.

A cheer came up from the crowd as Larkin Bannon walked through the double doors. Bannon was a newcomer, but had moved into Natchez Hills with the flair of a circus arriving in town. He’d said he was a businessman looking for opportunities, whether they were in ranching, mining, farming, or shipping.

He was flamboyant and likeable, and the businessmen of the town particularly liked him. He pitched some schemes that sounded golden, but Gavin was skeptical. He thought there might be some rust underneath.

In his business, he had seen all types of con men and hustlers, and he knew about every scheme there was. He hadn’t made up his mind about Bannon. The town was beginning to love him, but Gavin wasn’t buying any stock from him.

He’d played a poker game with Bannon and had won a good amount. Bannon had kept his vivacious smile when he’d lost the game, but his eyes had darkened. Clearly, he did not like to lose. Of course, neither did any gambler but, as Gavin had pulled the winning stakes his way, he’d thought he’d seen a darkness in Bannon that the man’s smile couldn’t hide. But it might have been temporary shock at losing. He had a feeling Bannon wasn’t a good loser.

Three other men Gavin knew sat at the poker table. Jack Newcombe was a farmer, but he seemed to spend more time playing cards than he did tilling the soil. Donny Hardee owned the general store in town. Gavin hoped he sold a lot of items, because Hardee was a lousy poker player. But, unlike some other losers who he had run across, Hardee never lost his temper and tossed the cards across the table. Bill Deerford didn’t have a regular job, but it was rumored he owned stock in a silver mine and a railroad. He also owned some land near Idaho Springs. Whatever he owned, Deerford never seemed to lack for money.

Gavin took one last sip of the drink and thought it was about time to get to work. He walked over and sat in the one empty chair by the table and smiled when he was greeted by several of the other men.

“Decide to join us, Mr. Gavin?” Bannon said.

“Yes, always ready to make some money, and you all seemed to be having such a good time,” Gavin said.

“I’ll have an even better time if I win back my money,” Bannon said.

Gavin smiled and shook his head. “Oh, I don’t think you should count on that, Mr. Bannon. Fortune has smiled on me since I’ve been in this town. I think it likes me.”

“Let’s see if that’s true today.”

Newcombe shuffled the cards. He plopped the deck in the middle of the table. “Would anyone like to cut?”

“Not me,” Gavin said. “I have implicit trust in you, Jack.”

The other men did, too—no one cut. Newcombe took back the deck and dealt. Gavin picked up his cards and suppressed a smile. Two kings showed up in his hand of five, plus a jack. He guessed Newcombe had a decent first five cards, too. The man had trouble looking stoic when he had a good hand, and his smile went from ear to ear.

“Finding any more business opportunities, Larkin?” Hardee said.

“Not yet this morning, but there are plenty of them in this town. This is a hub between the bigger cities in the state, and that makes it prime territory. Plus, there are ranching possibilities galore. Great land, ample feed, plenty of streams. A shipping company could also make money here. As I said, it’s a hub between cities. You just need some business sense and one or two ideas.”

“And some start-up money,” Gavin pointed out.

Bannon held up his hand. “I’m working on that right now. Figured in this game you might help me out in that area.”

“I wouldn’t count too much on that, Mr. Bannon. I have my own business I chip into. It’s called Gavin, Inc. And I don’t share the profits.”

“I am feeling lucky, gentlemen. I think this is going to be a good day,” Bannon said. He picked up two blue chips, worth ten dollars apiece, and tossed them to the middle of the table. “It’s going to be expensive to join this game.”

Each player had already tossed in a white chip, worth twenty dollars, and matched the bet. Newcombe hastily grabbed two more chips and also tossed them into the pot. He eagerly fingered another two and added them to the pile in the middle of the table.

“You all are rather optimistic, aren’t you?” Gavin said.

“You will have to call us to find out,” Bannon said.

“Think I will.” He grabbed four blue chips and shoved them toward the pot. “Let’s see what happens.”

The pot was too rich for the other two players, who folded. Gavin discarded two cards. Bannon kept four. Newcombe wanted two new ones.

“I believe it’s your bet, Mr. Newcombe,” Gavin said. To his shock, Newcombe picked up five blue chips and, instead of tossing them into the pot, he laid them straight up so they looked like a small tower on the table. “You know the wonderful thing about investments? You can do nothing, but they keep working for you all the time.”

“Your cards must be impressive, Mr. Newcombe,” Gavin said.

‘You have to strike when the iron is hot,” he replied.

“Not unless you’re a cattleman branding cows. And we’re playing cards here.”

Gavin took a peek at his cards and, for a minute, didn’t believe his eyes. He had a third king and a second jack. Natchez Hills might truly be a fortunate locale for him. Bannon looked at his hand. He was trying to hide a smile, Gavin thought. Newcome often bet recklessly. He might have a good hand, but that didn’t mean he should play foolishly.

“Poker is a game of chances,” Bannon said, “so, I think I will take a chance.” He found another blue chip and slid it into the pot. “It’s to you, Mr. Gavin. Are you in?”

Gavin gave a wry smile. “It does appear like you two have very good hands. It might be tempting fate to call.” He paused for a moment. “Then again, perhaps fate should be tempted once in a while. Perhaps that makes life interesting, and makes you rich in a poker… I suppose I will have to call, just out of curiosity if nothing else.”

He noticed Bannon looked slightly shocked.

“What do you have, Mr. Newcombe?”

Newcombe did not look so confident now. He hesitated a minute, then put down three aces.

Bannon smiled with triumph. “Well, that is a good hand, but it’s not good enough.” He laid down three eights and two sevens. “Full house, eights. You have aces, but only three of them, Jack. Sorry.”

He reached for the pot and put his fingers on the chips.

“Not yet,” Gavin said. He laid down his two jacks and then put his three kings on the table. Bannon’s eyes widened and he gasped. He swallowed hard and, for a moment, sounded like he was having trouble breathing.

Gavin breathed smoothly. He reached for the pot and pulled it toward him.

“You have amazing luck, Mr. Gavin. Unbelievable luck,” Bannon said.

“Oh, it’s not unbelievable. It’s just unusual.”

He looked at Bannon and saw the darkened eyes again and the menacing grin. The man was not a good loser.

“It’s particularly delightful when you win a large pot and did not deal the hand. So there can be no question of cheating,” he added. The line stopped Bannon from saying something, probably something about cheating.

Bannon shook his head. “I think I need a walk to clear my head. I still don’t believe that.”

Newcombe grabbed his hat. “I’m leaving, too. Shouldn’t have come into the saloon today. It was a stupid move. I think I will swear off poker and saloons.”

“If so, I’m sure you will have a happier life, Jack,” Gavin pointed out, but Newcombe didn’t answer as he stormed through the doors.

Bill Deerford sat smiling, his cards before him. “Well, looks like this poker game was over hardly before it began. That was very impressive, Bart.”

“Darn surprising, too. Don’t think I’ve ever had such luck so quickly. I must admit, I am stunned.” He laughed. “If you don’t mind, Bill, I don’t really feel like playing any more this morning.”

“I understand perfectly. I’d take a walk around town to celebrate my win. Might want to give up poker after that, Bart. You can go out a winner.”

“Yes, but I want to continue to be a winner. Besides, I don’t have quite the money I need for the horse ranch. Well, I have the money for the ranch, but I need some horses, so I need to win even more money.” He tapped the table. “Speaking of horses, does the Bar J still have that black stallion for sale? I thought that was a good price.”

Deerford nodded. “Jake Holden has gotten himself into some money trouble and he needs some ready cash. He’s offering Sunset for a good price; he’s a real good horse. I think Holden would be quick to sell if you made him an offer.”

“I think I will ride out there today and do so. I was going to get the money for the ranch first. Obviously, if you want a horse ranch, you need to have somewhere to put the horses. But Sunset is such a fine animal, I might make an exception. I think he’s worth every cent of the price and more. Going to be buying other horses, too.”

“If you’re buying, Bart, I have a horse you may want to take a look at. He’s silver and polished, a beautiful animal, but also very fast and has a very gentle nature. He won’t be attacking the other horses. He’s going to be the leader of the pack, but he enforces his leadership just by his presence. He’s not going to injure another horse.”

“Then I’d like to take a look at him. He might be a horse I would want to buy.”

“His name is obvious. I call him Silver.”

Gavin laughed. “I’ll drop by and see Silver today, if you don’t mind.”

Deerford nodded. “I’m going back to the ranch. I’ll be there for the rest of the day.”

Eager to get on with his day, Gavin cashed in his chips and left a good tip.

Chapter Two

Out on the street, Gavin took a cigar from his inside coat pocket and bit into it. He ignited a match and moved the flame to the tobacco, then puffed. He gave a big smile and remembered a favorite saying from his father. “Some people may not like gamblers or think that gambling is a respectable profession. But, son, it beats working.”

His papa was right, Gavin decided. And he had always been fortunate with cards; one had to take advantage of his natural talents.

He looked down the street. There were a few riders and a few pedestrians. Sheriff Sam Winholm walked his way. Winholm looked like a sheriff, Gavin thought. He was six-foot-two and at least two hundred pounds. It was rumored he had broken arms, jaws and blackened several eyes when he’d tangled with three outlaws about six months ago. The man had steely black eyes that you didn’t want staring at you, especially if there was a poster out for your arrest. Like many sheriffs, Winholm did not particularly like gamblers, but he didn’t run Gavin out of town either. He’d always been friendly with him, not hostile.

Winholm nodded as he walked closer. “Heard you had a good morning at the First Chance Saloon, Mr. Gavin.”

“News travels fast. I was very fortunate. You don’t see many days like this one.”

“If that’s the case, will you be leaving us soon?”

“Are you anxious to get rid of me?”

The sheriff smiled and almost laughed. “Mr. Gavin, I find you a likeable enough fellow and I enjoy talking with you but, to be honest. I breathe a bit easier when professional gamblers take up residence in other towns.”

Gavin almost laughed, himself. “Sheriff, I hesitate to tell you this, but I might become a permanent resident of Natchez Hills. I am looking to buy a ranch, a horse ranch, and this may be a good town for that. I might become a respectable businessman.”

“I suppose stranger things have happened. People tell me you do have an honest streak. Is that an obstacle in your profession?”

“Not at all. All I desire is an honest game.”

Gavin puffed on his cigar. Although gamblers and lawmen were not supposed to get along, he had respect for an honest lawman. He’d dealt with a few dishonest ones. A good town, he knew, needed a good sheriff.

He noticed the sheriff eyeing him up and down. There was a certain wariness in Winholm’s eyes, but also a… curiosity. Finally, the sheriff spoke.

“Mr. Gavin, as I said, you do seem to have an honest streak, so I want your honest opinion on something, if you don’t mind.”

“Certainly, Sheriff. I’ll be as honest as I can be. What would you like to ask?”

“I want to know something about one of your competitors, Larkin Bannon. Is he honest, or does he shift the cards a little? If I know how a man plays poker, I have a better idea of his character.”

“And you want to know more about Bannon’s character?”

“Let’s say I’m mildly curious about it.”

“Any particular reason?”

A cold note came into the sheriff’s voice. “That’s my business.”

Gavin nodded. “So it is. Well, Bannon is a good professional. He has no basic flaws that I can see as a poker player. He knows the odds and can often read the players. He carries a confidence with him, which I gather is not just at the poker table. He boasts confidence on the street, too.”

He cleared his throat and went on, “To be honest, I have my suspicions about Bannon, but I’ve never seen him cheating. If he does, he’s very good at it. At the same time, Sheriff, he’s one of those players I do keep an eye on. I don’t trust him. And, although I don’t know him well, I don’t think I like him. There’s just something about him… May I ask why you asked?”

“Oh, I try to keep track of people in town. Most of my responses from the sheriffs I telegraphed who know of him had about the same response as you do. Well, speak of the—”

Gavin turned where the sheriff was looking and saw Bannon walking across the street. He realized they were next to the stage depot and the stage was rolling down the street. He watched it approach.

“Whoa!” said the driver, pulling on the reins of the team. “You boys did good work. We’re here on time, maybe even a little bit early.”

Gavin opened the door for the passengers. A chubby man with a bowler hat stepped out, as did another gentleman who looked like a salesman. Then, a woman that took his breath away stepped down from the coach.

She had light blond hair with sparkling gray eyes, a graceful smile and a gentle demeanor around her. She wore a blue dress and walked, he thought, with dignity. The Good Samaritan must have had such a look when he helped the beaten traveler. She smiled and thanked him for opening the door, and his heart skipped a few beats. Her voice had a kindness to it. He thought it was impossible to think this woman might have a crude or unpleasant thought about anyone.

Then, to his utter amazement, an angry, defiant stare came into her eyes. He looked around and saw Bannon had come up the walk and now stood within six feet of her. But Bannon’s vaulted confidence had disappeared. His face contorted in hatred. His lips twitched, and his nostrils widened when he snorted. His eyes gave the slightest flash of yellow fear.

“What are you doing here?” he said. The words came out more akin to a snarl than a regular voice.

“Hoping to see you hang,” came the sweet voice, but there was iron in it.

Gavin thought for a moment Bannon might strike the woman. He quickly moved between them.

“Why don’t you cross the street, Bannon, and not cause any trouble,” he suggested.

“You got lucky today when you took my money in poker. But don’t push your luck, Gavin.”

“Luck is not on your side today. It wasn’t in cards and it won’t be in gunplay. But, if you want to take another chance, just say the word.”

At firs,t Bannon pulled back his lips in defiance, then he glanced at the sheriff and shrunk back. Without saying anything more, he turned around and crossed the street.

The lady looked at both the sheriff and Gavin. “I apologize for making a scene. Forgive me. I don’t usually do that, but Mr. Bannon is a special case.”

“He seems to be,” Gavin said. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Bart Gavin. Are you staying in town?”

“Yes.”

“Then may I escort you to the hotel?”

She regained her sweet smile and flashed it at him. “Why, thank you, Mr. Gavin. That is very nice of you. I’m Melanie Torrance.”

Gavin offered his arm, and she took it. “The hotel is right down the street. You have any luggage I can take?”

“Just one suitcase.”

He took the suitcase from the driver and started walking her down the street. When they reached the hotel, he opened the door for Melanie and escorted her to the counter.

“The best room in the house for the lady,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” the clerk said. He reached below the counter and brought out a key. “That would be room number seven. It’s the biggest we have and has its own bathtub, and the hotel will fill it up with hot water for you.”

“A wonderful service. You can’t beat that,” Gavin said.

“No, and it has been a long ride.”

They climbed the stairs to room seven and Melanie opened it with her key. Gavin walked in, setting the suitcase on the bed. He tipped his hat before he returned to the corridor.

“I want to thank you so much, Mr. Gavin, for all your help.”

Gavin smiled at her. “Ma’am, please call me Bart. And I would like to ask if I may buy you dinner. You must be hungry after such a long ride. I’d be very happy to welcome you to Natchez Hills with a fine dinner.”

Melanie nodded. “Thank you again, Mr.… Bart.”

“I could drop by about eight, if that would be okay.”

“That would be fine. But may I ask you something? Bannon said you won money from him. Are you a poker player?”

Gavin gave a diffident smile. For a moment, he thought he should apologize for being a gambler.

“Yes, ma’am. My profession is cards. But I will soon be buying a ranch. My affection for cards is matched by my affection for horses.”

“I see.”

The words sounded neutral, but Gavin wasn’t sure where he stood with her until she spoke again.

“Eight o’clock will be perfect,” she said, and smiled that incredible smile of hers again. He hoped she couldn’t hear the hammering of his heart. He tipped his hat once again as she closed the door.

Gavin walked back down the corridor and down the stairs. As he exited the hotel, he was delighted that he’d be coming up the stairs again in a few hours.

Inside the room, Melanie smiled. She trusted her instincts with men, and her instincts said Gavin was an honest man, a good man. He might be a help in what she considered her quest for justice. Larkin Bannon had shot and killed her father after a poker game. Her quest for justice would end when Bannon was hanging from a rope.

Chapter Three

Melanie cut into the steak on her plate at the Blue Ridge Restaurant, with Gavin seated on the other side of the table.

“What’s your first impression of Natchez Hills, Melanie?” he asked, forking some potatoes soaked in gravy.

“I haven’t really have had a chance to get a first impression.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “But I must admit, I have a very good first impression of you, the way you stood up to Bannon.”

Gavin shrugged. “I’ve seen men like him before. They don’t worry me. But I was shocked when you said you wanted him hung. Although if you want it done, I’m sure he deserves it. Can you tell me what happened?

“My father played poker with him and he thought Bannon was cheating. There was an argument and angry words were said. Then, my father pulled back. Guess he didn’t want things to escalate. He decided to walk away, but Bannon goaded him, called him a coward, said he was yellow. Said a few other things, too. My father couldn’t let that go. He was a very good man, but he wasn’t a good gunfighter. Plus, he was at least twenty years older than Bannon. It really wasn’t a gunfight. It was murder.”

Gavin sipped his coffee. “But the law didn’t see it that way?”

“No, but I know it was. I don’t like gambling. I’ll be straight-up honest with you. You impressed me out there on the street, Bart, but I do not like your profession. I have a hatred of gambling.”

“Melanie, I am so sorry to hear about your father, but gambling is a legitimate business, no better or worse than others.”

“No, it’s not,” she said sharply. Then she stiffened, took a deep breath, and smiled. “But let’s not discuss poker tonight.”

“No, ma’am, let’s not.”

“I couldn’t help but be curious when Bannon said you had won some money from him this morning. I admit, I smiled when I heard the news.”

Bannon didn’t smile. “He didn’t take it well. I think he thought he would win the hand.”

“Well, that makes my day.” She chewed slowly on a piece of steak. “So, I gather he doesn’t like you very much.”

“No, but I don’t like him very much either, so it evens out. I don’t trust him.”

“And you shouldn’t.”

“But if you are going after him, you’d better tread carefully. He has impressed a considerable number of people in this town with his talk of prosperity and riches.”

“You don’t seem to have bought into it.”

“As a gambler, I’ve heard every type of illegal scheme there is. Bannon is a good poker player, and I don’t doubt he’s a good schemer, too. Even before this afternoon, I didn’t really trust him. There was nothing I could really point to, but I knew I didn’t want him as a friend.”

She picked up her coffee and sipped it. “Will you help me bring him down?”

Gavin raised his eyebrows. “Melanie, you are a very lovely woman, but I’m not in the profession of catching bad guys. People with badges on their vests do that. They generally don’t interfere with my business, and I don’t interfere with theirs. It’s a mutual arrangement that seems to work out very well.”

Gavin thought his statement might shut down the evening and he would finish the dinner alone. But Melanie calmly sipped her tea.

“You’re not interested in justice, Bart.”

“Very much so. But personal involvement is something else. If Mr. Bannon had killed a friend of mine, to be honest, I’d hunt him down. When you become a gambler, which my father was before me, you have to accept that there may be times when you will have to use your gun. And I have. But I don’t look for fights. “

She used a knife and fork to delicately slice off another piece of beef, and, to his shock, smiled at him. He thought there was a trace of affection in the smile. Which couldn’t be true, he told himself. He had just turned her down on a very important matter.

“Bart, I get a sense you’re a brave man, but not a foolish one.”

“And I get the sense you are a courageous woman. But in this matter, you might be letting your emotions affect your judgment.”

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m being foolish?”

A waiter walked up and asked there was anything the couple needed. Gavin pushed his coffee away.

“Bring me a whisky. Your best,” he said. “You are indeed a formidable woman, Melanie. Think I need whisky instead of coffee when I’m talking to you.”

She laughed.

“How long do you plan to be in town?” Gavin asked, hoping to change the subject.

“As long as Bannon is here. I think he wants something more than poker winnings. Those won’t be enough for him, not in a smaller town like Natchez Hill.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that. I picked up a good amount in less than an hour’s work this morning. It was one of the best hauls I’ve ever had.” He held up his hand when he saw she was about to protest. “Granted, that was the exception, not the rule. I don’t expect to have another one of those payoffs tomorrow morning.”

The waiter came back and placed a glass of whiskey before Gavin.

“I know Bannon is a gambler, but I think he has something else up his sleeve, something illegal. And I want to catch him at it.”

“I think your emotions might be working overtime again. I don’t doubt he has run con games. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was selling shares in a dummy gold mine; I’ve seen that before with men like him. But I don’t see any con games yet.”

“He killed my father, Bart. I’m not going to let him have a moment’s peace until he pays for his crime.”

What Bart heard disturbed him. If Bannon was the type of man Melanie said he was—and Bart thought he was—and she became a serious pest to him… he didn’t want to think of the consequences. When he’d first seen Melanie, he’d thought she was a gentle woman of great decency. He still felt sure of that. However, gentle folk of decency could do defiant and courageous acts when they felt it necessary.

He understood her passion for justice. Gavin’s brother, Stack, had been ambushed one time and almost killed. Bart had killed one of the men who’d shot Stack and handed the second outlaw, wounded but not dead, over to the local sheriff. He was telling Melanie to go home and forget about a crime when that was precisely the thing he hadn’t done when his brother was shot.

He sipped his whisky. He had asked for the best, and it was high quality. He lifted his eyebrows in shock when Melanie reached over, took the glass, and raised it to her lips.

“I can use an ally. Will you be keeping an eye on Bannon?”

“I keep an eye on everyone I play poker with.”

“I plan to be to be, also. Playing poker, that is.”

Gavin shook his head. “They don’t allow women at the tables.”

She gave as sly smile. “There is no law against it. If you have the money, you can join the game. I plan on shadowing Bannon everywhere he goes, and I plan to win money from him. If I can’t put him behind bars, I’ll bankrupt him. My father, bless his heart, was a good man but he wasn’t a very good poker player. I want to bring justice to his killer. To be honest, I’m a much better poker player than he was.”

She still had his whisky glass in her hand when the waiter returned and asked if there was anything else they needed. Gavin nodded.

“Bring the lady her own whisky glass,” he said, “before she drains mine.”

Melanie handed his back to him and took hers when the waiter brought it. Gavin thought chasing after a criminal was unwise, but at the same time he couldn’t take his eyes off of Melanie. His papa had told him once, “When you see that one woman who fascinates you, you have to marry her or get on your horse and ride as fast and as far away as you can.”

Perhaps he should have added, “Or do whatever she wants.”

He lifted the glass. “I’m no bounty hunter, but we can toast our… official alliance to work together.”

They clinked their glasses. This is going to be interesting, Gavin thought.

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Bart Gavin is a talented gambler who has always dreamt of having his own horse ranch in a quiet town. When he sets foot in Natchez Hills, he has no doubt that this is the place where he wants to settle down. However, he needs money to achieve that, and the poker table has always been the easiest and quickest way for him to get it. What he couldn’t have foreseen was that he would almost hit bottom after losing a risky bet to Larkin Bannon, a murderous cutthroat. As if this wasn’t enough, the very same man is suspected of a terrible murder and Bart is determined to hang tough until he unravels the truth and gets revenge. Will Bart manage to take down the person who has stood in the way of his happiness? How far would he go to accomplish his goal despite the grave danger?

While everything seems to go downhill, Bart will meet a lovely woman named Melanie Torrance, who will bring sunshine to his life. When he discovers that the young woman blames Bannon for her beloved father’s murder, he realizes that they have a lot more in common than he thought. Day by day, Bart is falling for Melanie, but he knows that time is running short and he needs to do everything in his power to bring Bannon down once and for all. To add insult to injury, Bannon will not rest until Melanie is dead and Bart realizes that if he fails to protect her, he will never be able to forgive himself. Will the fearless man manage to be the guard that Melanie needs and catch the enemy before it’s too late? Or will they both be doomed to a terrible fate than neither of them deserves?

Being trapped in a web of murder and corruption, Bart must act fast as Bannon is already planning to hit his next target. Will his undaunted courage and gun skills help him capture a criminal who wants to spread death and blood in the peaceful town?

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“No Mercy for a Killer” is a historical adventure novel of approximately 60,000 words. No cliffhangers, only pure unadulterated action.

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