Kid Logan by Richard Jones

The bank of Black Ridge, AZ is robbed and the owner killed. Matt Logan agrees to track down the outlaws and return the money. But can a seventeen year old cowboy succeed alone?

Excerpt:
“I was there when he did it,” the kid replied.
“No offense, kid,” Ames told him. “I don’t know either one of
you. Why should I take your word over his?”
Matt thought that over for a moment. “Take a look in his saddle
bag,” he finally said pointing to the bags leaning against Taylor‘s
chair. “If he doesn’t have more than three thousand dollars in it,
I’ll apologize and go home.” He was gambling that the outlaws had
already split the loot and Taylor was holding his close to hand.
Taylor watched nervously as Ames picked up the saddle bags
and laid them on the table. “Of course I got money in there,” he
protested. “I sold some cattle west of here. This kid must’ve known
about the sale and is trying to make me look guilty.”
Ames ignored Taylor and rummaged through the saddle bags
until he found the money wrapped in a bandana. “I guess it’s possible
he did sell some cattle,” he said.
The kid’s sharp eyes had spotted a flaw in Taylor’s explanation.
“Look at his hands, Sheriff,” he said. “They haven’t worked
cattle in a mighty long time–if ever.”
Taylor was about to protest when the batwing doors swung
open and Scott Jordan burst into the saloon. He walked straight
to Matt and shook his hand. “The whole town’s talking about you,
kid,” he said. “Seems you’re faster than Earp, Holiday and Hickock
all rolled together.”
“You know this kid, Scott?” Ames asked.

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