JOHN BUZZARD'S BOOKS
GUNDOWN AT GALVESTON
Reggie Tubbs tied the reins of his horse around a mesquite branch. He was not happy about having to work on a clear moonlit night, so he tried to stay in the shadows. He puffed his cigar, and looked around. From a distance, he heard two men speaking Spanish. Making sure no one was in sight, he shouldered the satchel and trotted over to the adobe building. For a single story, it had high walls. He figured Pinkerton’s informant forgot to mention the windows were covered with bars and set seven feet above the ground. The informant also must have forgotten the solid steel door that didn’t budge. Other than ventilation, the window had no apparent usefulness.