Bullock reached for his gun. Tex's Colt .45 cleared leather first — a single shot sent the sheriff's pistol spinning. The others froze when Kit's rifle clicked from the bell tower.
"Same as the others," Tex muttered to Kit Carson's son, Kit Willer, riding beside him. "The stagecoach guards never saw the attackers. Said they 'rose from the earth and vanished into stone.'"
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Kit dismounted, touching a dark stain on the sandstone. "Blood. And... wax?" Bullock reached for his gun
As he tied the last prisoner, Tex looked up at the stars. "Superstition's a weapon, Kit. So is greed. But the truth? That's a faster draw than either."
"Two more days," Bullock said, "and we declare the road haunted. Then the railroad buys the ghost route from the territory — cheap. And we get paid." "Same as the others," Tex muttered to Kit
That night, hidden among the mission's ruins, they watched. At midnight, three men in crude war paint and cavalry cloaks emerged from a hidden cellar below the old altar. They chanted nonsense syllables, lit candles — then another man came forward: Sheriff Bullock from Tombstone.