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William W. Johnstone - Blood Bond 14: Moonshine Massacre

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A half-breed and a white man. For years their legend has grown, but few know how far they will go for one another or the roots of their blood bond. Now, that bond will be put to the most deadly test yet...When Matt Bodine and Sam Two Wolves came to Kansas, they didnt know the Governor had just made the state liquor-free. But it doesnt take Matt long to find a place to drink and a family of enterprising moonshiners with one stunningly beautiful daughter. Trouble is, while Matt is falling hard, Sam is being recruited by a sheriff who happens to have a lovely daughter of his own...What happens when you mix 200-proof corn liquor with intoxicating women and two friends on opposite sides of the law? Big trouble. And more is coming: bearing down on the town of Cottonwood is a murderous bootlegger, hired gunmen and a gambler with a plan of his own. As a killing storm crashes over Cottonwood, the odds favor the man who is stone cold sober, good with a red hot gun - and backed by unbreakable bonds of blood...

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BLOOD BOND M OONSHINE M ASSACRE
BLOOD BOND M OONSHINE M ASSACRE
W ILLIAM W. J OHNSTONE
with J. A. Johnstone

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PINNACLE BOOKS

Kensington Publishing Corp.

www.kensingtonbooks.com

Contents
Chapter 1

The sound of gunfire somewhere ahead of them made the two young men rein their horses to a halt.

We could always go another way, Sam August Webster Two Wolves suggested.

We could, Matt Bodine agreed with a solemn nod. But what do you think the chances of that are?

Wellslim and none, Id say.

A grin suddenly broke across Matts ruggedly handsome face. More like none.

With an excited whoop, he dug his heels into the flanks of his horse and sent the animal leaping forward at a gallop. Sam was right behind him.

They were somewhere in western Kansas. At least, they believed they had crossed the Colorado border, but it was hard to be sure out here on these rolling plains. The terrain was mostly flat, with a few low hills and ridges scattered here and there. The gunshots that boomed flatly through the warm air came from the other side of one of those ridges.

Matt and Sam rode with the grace and skill of men who had learned to ride before they learned to walk. Both had been born and raised in MontanaMatt the son of a successful rancher, Sam the son of a Cheyenne warrior and the beautiful white teacher that Medicine Horse had met when he was sent back East to school. They had been best friends and blood brothers since childhood, having gone through the ritual that made them onihomihan , or brothers of the wolf. Those who knew their reputation knew them to be brothers of the gun as well

Because, to put it plain and simple, Matt Bodine and Sam Two Wolves were fightin fools, the sort of fiddle-footed hellions who were always ready for a scrap. Sam liked to pretend that he was more restrained than Matt and more likely to try to avoid trouble, but nobody could tell that now from the eager expression on his face as his horse pounded alongside Matts, heading for the sound of guns.

They were about the same size, both tall and ruggedly muscular, both deeply tanned from a life spent outdoors, although Sams skin held the reddish tint of his Cheyenne blood. His long hair was as black as a ravens wing, while Matts was closer cropped and dark brown in color. Sams concho-studded black hat was pushed back so that it dangled behind his neck by its chin strap. Matt reached up to pull his battered old brown Stetson down tighter on his head so that the wind wouldnt blow it off.

Both men wore jeans. Sam sported a fringed buckskin shirt with a few discreet beaded decorations on it. Matts bib-front shirt was a faded blue. He carried two Colts and wore crossed cartridge belts supporting the weapons holsters. Unlike some men who carried two irons, Matt was blindingly swift and deadly accurate with either hand. His speed put him in the same league as Smoke Jensen, Frank Morgan, and John Wesley Hardin. Sam wore only one gun and handled it well, too, although he was a shade slower on the draw than Matt. He was an expert, though, with the razor-sharp bowie knife sheathed on his other hip. Each of them had a Winchester in a saddle boot, and they could make those long guns sing and dance if they needed to.

In other words, they were armed for bear and ready for any other varmints that came their way as well, including the two-legged variety.

They charged up the ridge that separated them from the powder smoke ruckus that was going on, slowing their horses as they neared the crest so they could see what was happening before they found themselves in the middle of it. They could be a mite reckless at times, but they werent foolish.

As they drew their mounts to a halt at the top of the ridge, they looked down on the prairie spread out before them and saw a sod cabin next to a narrow, twisting creek. Gun smoke puffed from the cabins windows as more shots rang out. The defenders inside the cabin were aiming at a dozen men who had scattered around the place, taking advantage of whatever scant cover they could find as they returned the fire.

What do you think? Matt asked.

We dont know which side is in the right here, Sam pointed out. For all we know, neither side is.

Yeah, but my sympathies lie with the folks inside the cabin.

Why?

Matt frowned. Hell, I dont know. Because theyre defending their home?

Yes, but they could be outlaws.

One of the men outside the cabin jumped up from behind the little knoll where he had been lying and dashed over to a parked, empty wagon. Bullets from the cabin kicked up dust around his feet as he ran, but he made it safely. That brought him a little closer to the cabin and gave him a better angle to aim at one of the windows. The man lifted a rifle to his shoulder and blasted several shots through the window as fast as he could work the weapons lever.

Looked like that hombre has a badge pinned to his vest, Sam went on. I saw the sunlight reflect off it when he ran behind that wagon.

Youre saying those fellas are lawmen?

Sam shrugged. Im not sure, but thats the way it looked to me.

Matt frowned. They had clashed with crooked badge-toters in the past, but for the most part, he and Sam tried to stay on the right side of the law. They didnt like being locked up, which had happened a few times.

Well, hell! he said in exasperation. What do we do now?

Sam shook his head slowly. I think were just going to have to wait and see what happens here.

Thats a hell of a note. I dont like sittin on my rear while theres lead flyin around, Sam.

I know. But we cant just get mixed up in every single ruckus that comes our way.

Want to bet?

Sam considered, and then shook his head again. No, not particularly.

The two of them sat their saddles and watched the battle for a few minutes. The lawmen, if such they really were, continued working their way closer. They were going to have a hard time rooting out the hombres inside the cabin, though. Those sod walls were thick enough to stop anything short of a cannonball. All the attackers could do was aim for the windows and hope that the slugs would bounce around enough inside to find some targets.

Then one of the men made a dash that carried him all the way up to the cabin itself. He threw himself prone next to the wall and lay there where the defenders couldnt get a shot at him.

Matt suddenly leaned forward in the saddle and asked, Whats that hes got there?

Im not sure, Sam said with a frown. Hes lighting a match, thoughGood Lord! I think its a bomb!

Sparks flew from the fuse attached to the round black object as the man held the match flame to it. He came up on his knees, leaned out, and tossed the bomb through a window into the cabin.

Several years earlier, Pinkerton detectives had thrown a similar bomb into a cabin in Missouri where they believed Frank and Jesse James were hiding out. Actually, the outlaw brothers werent there at the time, but other members of their family were. The blast had killed their younger stepbrother and blown off one of their mothers arms. Most folks in the West knew about bombs because of what had happened that day.

The men inside this cabin certainly knew a bomb when they saw one. Even up on the hill, Matt and Sam heard their shouts and screams of terror. As the man who had thrown the explosive surged to his feet and dashed away, the cabin door flew open and the men inside started falling all over themselves trying to get out. The attackers held their fire as the men scrambled through the door.

Matt and Sam stiffened in their saddles as a sheet of fire suddenly filled the doorway and the cabin blew apart in a thunderous explosion that sent echoes rolling over the plains. The force of the blast knocked the fleeing men flat on their faces.

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