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Looking at the third silent man John sighed then cocked his pistol. Then he started to tell of their hideout, the plans to sell John’s wife after all the men at the hideout used her. These weren’t even the main men, those he had a far worse death in mind for. The arid wind blew his dirty blonde tresses across his face. Walking out again John’s mouth was a tight line as the man started to scream that John was dead, he’d seen John choking as his feet were hanging in the air. Looking at the unconscious woman on the bed the man’s ire rose as he saw the bruises all over her face, on her chest, arms and legs. His horse feeling his urgency seemed to gain a second wind as the distance started to close.
