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Jace a young boy home from the war. His family was gone and men were looking to gain a reputation because he was very good with his gun.
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Jace
Times were hard after the war for Jace McCord. He had seen friends
killed and wounded. He came home from the war to find his family gone. He didn't know where to find them. He became very good with his gun, and
Men were trying to kill him to gain a reputation. He met Karen and
they were married. They had a baby girl and a good life. He came home
after a couple of days checking their cattle to find Karen and the baby
dead. He spent two years searching for the men that had taken his life
from him. He was drunk most of the time and worked in saloons and stables
to get enough money for food and something to drink. Then he met Jennifer
and his life turned around but still men tried to kill him. He tried to
run from his reputation, but someone always want the reputation. The man
that killed Jace McCord. and
Excerpt
The next morning they were getting ready for breakfast when Ricky came in and said, "Jace, Tom Anderson and his brothers have a couple of hands with them and are coming down the lane to the house."
Jace went to the porch and leaned on the rail waiting for them to make the first move. Tom Anderson rode up and shouted in a loud voice, "I want to see Jake!"
"I’m talking for him. What seems to be your problem?" Jace replied as he straightened up.
Tom said, "Look, mister, I don’t know who you are, but you must be new around here or you’d know not to get smart with me."
"I don’t know who you are, and I don't care. Just state your business and get off Jake's property," Jace told him as he let his hand go to the butt of his Colt 45.
`Tom said, "Look mister, you better shut that smart mouth or I’ll do it for you."
"Anytime you think you are man enough."
. Tom went for his six-gun, but before he cleared leather he was looking down the barrel of Jace's 45 Colt.
"Hold on, mister. Don’t shoot. I never saw anyone that fast before. What’s your name?"
"My name is Jason McCord."
. "Are you the one they call the Shooter?"
"I've been called that."
Tom said, "Look all I want to do is make Jake an offer on his place."
Jace called Jake out and said, "This feller wants to have a word with you."
"Already told you I don’t want to sell, and you aren’t offering half what my place is worth anyway."
Tom yelled, "Look, old man, I offered you a fair price and you better take it or else!"
"You better leave and take the trash you brought with you," was Jace's reply.
Tom said, "Look, mister, I don’t care who you are and how fast you are with a gun, I want this place and you or nobody else is going to stop me from getting it."
"Any time you’re ready and think you’re big enough to take it, l’ll be ready to let you know you don’t always get what you want," Jace replied.
Tom just grunted, motioned for his men, and rode away.
"Jace be careful. He's a very dangerous man, and no tellin' what he might do," Jake warned.
"Are you sure you want to start this, Jake? Once we start there will be no turning back," Jace told him.
"It started a long time ago. Now's a good a time as any to put a stop to it," Jake said as he looked at the men riding away.
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