“Great God!' Sir Wildon repeated dazedly. 'How many innocent lives did this "scratch paper" cost?' Bandera shrugged. 'Who knows? We were too busy to keep score. But, Señor, none were innocent lives. In this world, everybody is guilty of something.” — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
“Squat, thick-bodied, swarthy, with the unmistakable stamp of Indian blood on his features, he was the dread Apachito himself- Mister Fifteen Thousand Dollars, in… — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
“The man in the middle was short and stocky, with swarthy skin and a black mustache that drooped almost to his chin. A colorful… — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
“Great God!' Sir Wildon repeated dazedly. 'How many innocent lives did this "scratch paper" cost?' Bandera shrugged. 'Who knows? We were too busy to… — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
“Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Graff-' 'Not Graff,' the big man snapped, looking annoyed. 'The name is Garff-Garff!' 'Say, that's good,' the hunter said.… — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
“Squat, swarthy and powerful, the bandit was a mixture of Comanche and Comanchero bloods, revealing the most sadistic and savage traits of both.” — Joe Millard Copy Share Image
