Bullets droned overhead. The enemy knew where he was but could not see him. But soon Savage could see them, one of them at least. It was a Mexican standing in a shielded doorway with a rifle to his shoulder and blasting at the gate house.
Savage took his time aiming. His bullet caught the Mexican in the temple, spattering tissue all over the red brick wall.
Savage lay on his side, feeding fresh bullets into the magazine. Soon he heard hoofbeats. The ambushers were making a run for it. But he still hadn’t identified who they were until, running away to his left to gain a sweeping view of the battle scene, he saw the band of horsemen thundering away.
The biggest of the party glanced back once over his shoulder … and Savage recognized the striking features of Vinny St. Claire!
