100 COFFINS

They labored up the hill in the rain, gaining the mud trail about halfway up. The cemetery was crude, but no worse than any other boom town. Wooden crosses shone greyly as a lightning bolt split the sky.

“Why’re you takin’ me here?” Joseph asked. “You gonna kill me?”

“No.” Cadman said. “That man inside: Paul. I know him.”

“How does a man like you know him?” Joseph asked snidely.

“’Cause I killed the bastard.”

“Right here in Trinity,” Alexander put in, his gun still aimed steady.





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