It was a one shot kill …
But it wasn’t the man Silvertip meant to kill. It was just a kid wearing Bandini’s cape. And while Silvertip wasn’t denying he pulled the trigger, it was Bandini who set the youngster up, sending him out of the saloon to die like a dog. It should have been the back-shooting, throat-cutting Bandini who bled his life away into the dust of that dark alley.
Before the young boy’s corpse was cold, Silvertip made an oath. He’d track down the kid’s kin. And whatever the youngster was supposed to do, he’d finish the job. Then he’d find Bandini and kill him proper. Though it was a crying shame you couldn’t kill a man like Bandini more than once …
