Lobo handed the gun to his man. “Dump him in the usual ravine.”
The .22 had grazed his skull—plowed a furrow above his left ear, knocked him cold, stopped just short of his brain. Enough blood to fool anyone. Not enough to finish the job. Death Before Dishonor 2 Pistols Zip
Lobo’s hand spattered across his own tequila bottle. He screamed. Lobo handed the gun to his man
“Death before dishonor,” Kael said. “But I’m not dead. So I guess you’re the one who lost honor.” knocked him cold
Zip.