Chapter 11
“Git on inside,” he said. “Partner’ll take care of the horses. You can help me count the loot.” He laughed. “Not that you’re going to get any of it, but we figure maybe someone will pay us a little extra to get you back in one piece. You seem like a big, high-priced executive type of guy.”
“You should’ve taken the Texan then,” Jared protested. “He could probably buy me with pocket change.”
The outlaw stepped behind Jared and jabbed him about kidney level. “Quit jawing and get inside.”
The jab could have been no more than a stiff finger, but it could also have been the barrel of a six-shooter. Jared did not dawdle.
He had to duck to step beneath the low frame of the door and sensed the man behind him did, too. Inside, it was darker than the pits of Hades. Jared took a step, a second one and then stopped. He couldn’t see anything and did not dare to move farther, no matter what the man behind him might do.