I Explode Things.
Texas Ranger, J.T. McCutchen, didn’t heed the Mexican revolution until it spilled across his border. Soon every revolutionary’ll know, you’ve got to kill the man before you fight the power.
“¡Maria! ¡No, Maria!” A woman’s wailing echoed off the adobe walls. He inched closer to the body he’d just shot, now slumped on the ground. He kicked the head out of the shadows. It listed into the sliver of moonlight in the narrow alley. McCutchen made out the shape of a woman’s face, a woman’s … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 11
With his momentum carrying him toward the vaqueros, McCutchen focused on the first among them to respond and squeezed the trigger. The cylinder rolled, the hammer fell, gunpowder ignited and a singular hole appeared in his forehead. Again, McCutchen squeezed the trigger. Fire lit the end of his barrel. A second man fell with a … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 10
McCutchen observed several sentinels setting up watch around the periphery of the hacienda, including one dang near the knob where he’d spent the heat of the day. When darkness fell, he slipped easily through the first line of defense. Guessing they would switch the watch by midnight, and anxious to get the job done sooner … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 9