He Was the Deadliest Gun in the Territory — Until a Child Gave Him Something Worth Fighting For

Chapter 9

They returned to town.

Cole brought Crowe’s records to the sheriff.

The evidence caused an uproar.

Families who had lost their land came forward.

But Crowe wasn’t finished.

That night, Walter Voss arrived.

Cole recognized him immediately.

Walter was one of the few men in the territory who had ever come close to matching Cole with a gun.

“You’re getting soft,” Walter said.

Cole sighed.

“Everyone keeps saying that.”

Walter smiled.

“I remember when you didn’t care about anything.”

“I did.”

“What?”

“Myself.”

Walter’s eyes narrowed.

“You should have stayed that way.”

Then he pulled a gun.

Cole moved.

But Walter wasn’t aiming at him.

He fired toward the house.

Noah screamed.

Cole ran inside.

The boy was gone.

Evelyn was unconscious.

Walter had taken him.

Cole stood in the doorway, frozen.

For years, nothing had frightened him.

Not death.

Not bullets.

Not men hunting him.

But now his hands were shaking.

Because he had finally found something he couldn’t bear to lose.