The more urgent problem was Zeke. He had dived on top of the collected weapons, and sprawled over them. Frantically, he grabbed someone's Manhattan Navy revolver, fumbled and dropped it, then grabbed a Colt and rose to his knees.
His face glistened with tears and his arms and hands trembled as he held the gun unsteadily out in front of him.
"Get away from my Pa!" he cried.
Cole tried to stand, but co-ordination failed him and he toppled onto his knees again. Mickey put out a hand to steady the Sheriff, but his eyes never left Zeke McGinley.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Gadzekes! I’d quite forgotten about him!