Colorado Prey

A HUNTED MAN On the run since the Civil War, Slate Creed sees a chance to clear his name when he finds Marshall Quade-the man who helped to frame him. The hard part will be getting him back to Texas to tell the tale...especially when a trumped-up charge of murder threatens to put both their necks in a noose. TENSE MOMENTS Creed glared at the swell's hand, noting a gold and rhinestone ring. He shifted his view to the fellow's face: blue eyes, a wisp of brown mustache, pale complexion, and a sneer of arrogance. Creed judged the fellow to be close to reaching his majority, although not quite there yet. He wrenched his arm free. The girl said 'No comprendo,' friend. Or don't you understand Mex?'' With iron in his eyes and ice in his voice, Creed said, Yo entiendes español muy bueno, muchacho. ¿Y tu? ¿Cuanto sabes tu, cabron?'' The swell's upper lip quivered in anger. Men close to them ceased their conversations... What are you mister? the swell finally managed to stutter. Some sort of wise ass? Creed's Choctaw ancestry came to the fore as be allowed his features to go stony, while his left hand unbuttoned his coat. You may apologize for that remark, sir, he said....