Who Killed Poor Abe?

Book Number: 1388

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I know he’s dead . . . I planted him!


The oldster reached the hills around midmorning and rode desperately to the site of his claim. Beneath him, his horse was lathered and spent and was almost ready to drop. He had used up the little supply of ammunition in his belt and cursed himself for being so careless.

The killer had to be closing in fast.

Fear gnawed at the old man’s belly as he drew rein outside his little cabin and swung down. He stumbled toward the door but stopped dead in his tracks and gaped when the door opened on rusted hinges.

His pursuer stood spread-legged inside the door, a cocked gun in his fist, a broad smile on his face.

“Say your prayers, old-timer . . . you’re through!”

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