Cry, Coyote
(Reklamlänk)
Sexton hit him! His big fist bulged tight around fifteen silver dollars - a lethal weight. Irv Stalcup went down with the blow like a poleaxed steer. “That does it,” thought Sexton, as he quietly dropped the coins in his pocket. Suddenly the crowd gasped. Irv Stalcup was getting up! Sexton watch