Three extracts from Ghosts of Bluewater Creek by Terry James

Josh sensed a shift in the atmosphere but kept his focus on his cards. Maybe if he ignored the obvious it wouldn’t turn into the inevitable.

But the drifter had other ideas. 'Josh McCabe! I knew I recognised you from someplace,' the stranger blurted out, seemingly unable to keep his animosity in check.

Josh slipped his hand to his gun obscured beneath the table. 'I don’t want any trouble,' he said without looking up from his cards.

'Well, you’re sure as hell getting some.'

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