The Lonely Hunt

He stepped out of the shadows, a tall man with a gun on his hip and death in his eyes. 'I am Matthew Gunn. Some call me Azul.'He drew as he spoke, triggering the Colt in a violent explosion of sound that blew the Mexican backwards off his feet, twisting him around so that he hit the sand face down. Dead.He was part-white, part-Apache, all killer. Around the border country they came to know him as Breed, and they feared the name, for it spelled violent death. Matthew Gunn. Some called him Azul. He was part-white, part-Apache, all killer. Around the border country they came to know him as Breed, and they feared the name, for it spelled violent death.