Chapter 98

The last thing he heard was the foreboding click of a wheel-lock pistol being cocked before a loud shot rang out in the gloom accompanied by a momentary bright flash. The ball passed straight between Weston’s eyes and out the back of his skull, killing him instantly. He never felt his body slide off the saddle and flop heavily to the ground, face down, the back of his skull ruptured by a horrible, bloody wound.

The spooked horse immediately turned and bolted. The two men who killed its rider made as if to give chase, but were immediately stopped by a third figure which ran up and grasped the others by their shoulders. With a hurriedly spoken admonishment, the other succeeded in herding his fellows off in the opposite direction, toward the strange ambient sounds.

Moving with alacrity through the pall of night, the three dark-skinned men were soon in the company of others hurrying off in the same direction. They passed the completely darkened main house, where bodies of slain overseers
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