The Blood Mesa

Cecilia glanced at me, and this time it was her turn to shrug, and then she let Jace lead her over to the stairs and up to the second floor.

I caught Harrigan's eye and asked him if I could get a steak.

'With all the trimmin's?' he asked.

'Damn right.'

We were rich, after all.

I ate the steak, along with a mess of potatoes and biscuits and gravy, washing it all down with beer instead of whiskey. Then I went over and watched the poker game for a while so that my food could set a spell before I went back upstairs to Becky. While I was doing that, Murph Skinner and the Gunderson boys came downstairs with their whores to fortify themselves with some more liquor before going back up for another bout.

Some cardplayers don't like it when anybody watches them, but others don't seem to mind. This appeared to be an easygoing bunch. The fella in the pin-striped suit was called Ford, and he was from Los Angeles, over in California. The other two men were ranchers, which was what I had pegged them for from the first. It didn't take me long to figure out that Roy and Ford were the best poker players in the game. They won the biggest pots, about half going to Roy and half to Ford. The ranchers settled for raking in some of the little ones.

I'm not much of a cardplayer myself. Give me some dominoes and a good game of Forty-Two. So it didn't take me long to get a little bored watching Roy and the others play. By that time, I was feeling a mite stronger, and I figured Becky had gotten enough sleep to last her a while. So I drank the last of the beer in my mug and headed upstairs again.

Becky was awake and waiting for me, and she said she had dreamed about us. She started showing me some of the things she'd been dreaming about. I allowed that those must have been pretty nice dreams, and she was showing me just how nice when the door of the room suddenly burst open and a stark naked, sobbing woman ran into the room.

I surely do hate it when that happens.

Here's the opening chapter from KILL THEM ALL by Harry Shannon, the next thrilling adventure in the DEAD MAN series…

CHAPTER ONE

Near DRY WELLS, NEVADA

Friday 8:12 AM

'Help! Over here!'

Matt Cahill shaded his eyes. Even this early in the morning the fierce Nevada sunshine slammed down like a giant metal press. The desert was flat and freckled with flat rocks. Clumps of blue sage sprouted here and there, tiny flowers open and gasping with thirst. Matt had jumped off a flat bed truck when the driver turned east figuring he'd easily catch another ride, but no one had passed this way in over an hour. He'd started walking, and was completely lost. Now he wondered if he was also hearing things.

'Help!'

A male voice? Then Matt spotted the boy, who was jumping up and down, waving frantically. Also saw a shirtless, sunburned man in overalls nearby, walking in circles. He took in the two racing bicycles resting against the side of what appeared to be an old, boarded up mine located on some scruffy ranch property. Matt dropped his backpack, his grandfather's ax and his worn bedroll. He sprinted in that direction.

Matt jogged past a sign that read KEARNS PROPERTY LEAVE SHIT HERE. As he got closer to the boy, the situation clarified itself. The redneck man was shouting and cursing, delusional or completely drugged out. He had some mining tools and bottles of water, ropes and a few sample sacks. Perhaps he'd been prospecting in the mine when something collapsed. The two bikes were top of the line, the kind used for long distances.

One of the riders was missing.

Panting, Matt arrived at the spot. The boy, a thin kid with freckles wasn't as young as Matt had first thought, maybe late teens. He had been crying. 'She's down there, my kid sister is down there. Do you have a cell phone, mister? I called our Dad for help but mine just up and died. I'm not even sure he heard me.'

Matt shook his head. 'Sorry, I don't. What happened?'

The boy said, 'We were daring each other just screwing around. My kid sister went down in there as a joke and something collapsed. Now I can hear her calling for help, but there's no way down.'

'No way down?' Matt looked at the miner, a wreck of a human with missing teeth. 'How do you get down in there, friend?'

The man screamed and batted at his own clothing. Speed freak, maybe. He looked useless. Spit flew from his mouth.

The kid said, 'I tried to crawl in, but it's straight down, something fell apart. This old bastard won't tell me what to do.'

Matt stepped closer. He looked into the mine shaft. The kid was right, behind the ring of rocks everything just dropped away. He heard the girl calling for help. Matt stepped back. The miner had a lot of equipment, much of it modern. He'd clearly been down below many times. There were small cutting tools, extra strength ropes and a pair of night vision goggles. The guy was just too stoned out to help. Matt walked closer. The miner grabbed a claw hammer and threatened him.

'Easy, old timer. Are you Mr. Kearns? Look, I just need to borrow some of your gear,' Matt said.

'The fuck back!' Kearns bellowed. He swung the hammer at Matt's head. Matt stepped inside the blow, knocked it up and away with his left hand and punched twice, once over the heart and once in the side of the neck. Kearns sank to his knees, red faced and retching.

'Stand back. What's your name?'

'Jeb Pickens'

'Jeb, you keep an eye on that crazy son of a bitch. If you have too, hit him in the balls with something.'

Matt Cahill grabbed some rope and a bottle of water. He examined the night vision goggles. They seemed easy to work. He took them too. He moved quickly to the mine entrance. Here goes…

Matt secured the rope to a boulder near the entrance. He lowered himself into the cool, dark mine. The air thickened. Small things scuttled away. A rattler stirred and expressed annoyance. Matt tried to move slowly and deliberately. His strong arms supported him. The movements weren't that foreign to him, he'd climbed up and down hundreds of trees as a lumberjack. Working with one rope wasn't all that different. The sunlight shrank above him and his eyesight gradually failed.

''I'm coming down,' Matt called. 'Try to step back out of the way.'

'Okay.' A female voice. Below him, close now.

Matt paused for a moment. He slipped the goggles on and experimented. After a few seconds he found the right switches and the gear clicked on. The world turned green and black, images distorted and weirdly flowing, but he could see. Matt lowered himself, hand over hand. He looked down.

She stood at the bottom of the trench and to one side, a teenaged girl in denim shorts and a loose man's tee shirt. She carried herself well, seeming more scared than injured. That was good, because Matt had to help her climb back out. He dropped down next to her. Her eyes glowed strangely in the ultra violet light. He'd almost forgotten that she couldn't see a thing. He touched her arm and she jumped.

'Are you thirsty?'

She nodded. He opened some water and fed her a few sips, then drank some himself. It was warm but delicious.

'My name is Matt Cahill,' he said. 'What's yours?'

'Suzie.'

'Well, Suzie, I'm going to lead you to a rope. Can you climb?'