About This Book
The Comstock • Virginia City, Nevada • 1872 Charles, Frederico and Mayhew were walking down the main street of Virginia City when Charles saw a strangely clad person riding a large gray horse toward them as they waited to cross. He knew who it was, but he was puzzled because she was dressed like a Mexican peon. "Lu, is that you?" His inquiry was pleasant, so he was surprised when she said, "Let go of that bridle, Charles. I don't know you and you don't know me." She pulled back on the reins and rode to the back door of the Landers Saloon. Inside the saloon, sitting at a back table were four men. Lu entered, walking like a cripple as she approached the table where the four men were sitting. Suddenly she had two pistols in her hands and was firing--two bullets into Hoag's heart and two each for the other three men. It was cold-blooded murder, no doubt about it. She ran for the door as the bartender grabbed a double-barrel shotgun from behind the bar. When a bullet hit the large mirror behind him, scattering broken glass everywhere, he decided pursuit wasn't such a good idea. A note written on an old dirty scrap of paper in oddly scribbled Spanish was left on the table had been dropped on the table where the four men had been sitting. "They killed Caleb Landers." It was signed, "Juan M."
