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Kit dismounted, touching a dark stain on the sandstone. "Blood. And... wax?"

The sun bled red over the Arizona desert. Tex Willer reined in his palomino, Navajo, and studied the tracks below the canyon rim. Five riders — shod horses, one dragging a hoof — headed toward the abandoned mission at Mesa Roja. Tex Willer Pdf

Tex stepped from the shadows. "Evening, Sheriff. Ghosts don't usually carry Winchester '73s." Kit dismounted, touching a dark stain on the sandstone