Description

Kane’s kick caught Zapata’s underarm with terrible force. Through the scream of pain he heard the bone break with a dry, cracking sound. Then Kane was at the bar and grabbing the black handle of his Colt – at the same time as the contorted face of the barman appeared behind a shotgun. He had no time to raise the gun; he just flipped it round and fired into the dark face. Kane threw himself around and faced Zapata who was crawling on the floor. Kane kicked out at the revolver but slipped and lost his balance. Zapata’s face held a hateful grin as he raised his hand to throw the knife.