With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed three men at once, the clatter of colts echoing like thunder. Thorn fled, and the town’s shackles fell.
But Rodney moved not to shoot.
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The sheriff sneered. “You’ve got the gun, St. Cloud. Kill me and claim your hero’s due. But it’s an empty threat—anyone can see you’re too broken to fire.” With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed