Read The Fury of Iron Eyes (An Iron Eyes Western #4) for Free Online

and on.
    There was no longer anything in
Bonny for the bounty hunter now that he had the silver and gold
coins of his latest slaying filling the saddlebags behind his
saddle cantle. Iron Eyes could have remained for another few days
and allowed his severe head injuries to heal, but something had forced him to
discard the old horse and hit the trail with a new one.
    Now Iron Eyes had to find
another face which matched one on the crumpled posters in his deep
pockets. Yet for all his riding, he was not chasing anyone at all.
There was something else forcing him furiously onward. Something he
neither knew or understood. He was like a moth being lured against
its will, into the light of a naked flame.
    Heading towards the tall
trees, Iron Eyes knew he would at least be able to find game, and
hone some of his original hunting skills in the forests which rose
over the hills and into the mountains.
    It had been a long time
since Iron Eyes had hunted simply for food rather than money: a
time when he had tracked and trapped animals for their meat and
their pelts to feed and clothe himself. The trees ahead of his
charging horse beckoned to him, like the call of old when he was
younger and less tarnished by the ways of civilization.
    Iron Eyes drove his spurs
into the flesh of his new mount and raced across the
sagebrush-covered plain feverishly. It was as if he were being
dragged back to a place where he had left his innocence. A place so
far back in his bloody past that he could no longer remember when
or where it had been. All he knew for certain was that it had been
another Iron Eyes who had existed then. A man who had not yet
discovered how easy it was to kill humans for the price others
placed upon their heads.
    These, however, were new
hills and mountains. Iron Eyes had never been here before and
wondered what lay within the dark forests that faced him across the
heat-haze of the dusty, dry range. Whatever lay within the depths
of the cool forest would be something he had not experienced since
embarking on his present occupation.
    Iron Eyes felt the heat burning
the side of his scarred face as he dragged his reins up and brought
the exhausted horse to a sudden halt. Pulling the fresh whiskey bottle
out of his saddlebags behind him, he sat staring at the mighty
unknown land before him.
    Where was this
place?
    Was it Texas or somewhere
else?
    Did it even have a
name?
    So many thoughts filled his
mind as the agonizing pain tore through his head like a lightning
bolt once more.
    Iron Eyes felt strange as
he gulped at the neck of the whiskey bottle and then replaced its
cork. His head was filled with a throbbing pain which simply would
not quit. Iron Eyes had tried to outride the agony, but it was
impossible. It was like trying to run away from your own
soul.
    The painful confusion which
had overwhelmed him after he had been wounded had returned with a
vengeance.
    Sliding the bottle back into
his saddlebags and then lowering the leather flap back into place,
Iron Eyes dug his spurs back into the horse and rode on.
    The forest was drawing him
to its bosom like the mother he had never known. He felt that in
the cool shade of the tall pines he just might discover who or what
he really was. He knew that he could not be a ghost as many
claimed, because even he knew that ghosts felt no pain. The
blinding explosions which filled his skull proved one thing: he was
not yet dead.
    Iron Eyes had to reach the
alluring forest and try and find a way to clear his mind of the
confusion and pain which tortured him. There had been so many
battles and so many injuries during his life, and yet none as bad
as this one. As the horse gathered speed and began tearing across
the dry dusty ground again, Iron Eyes gritted his teeth. He had to
try and reach this new place, and perhaps find a peace he had long
forgotten actually existed.
    As he drove the pitiful horse
on, Iron Eyes began to feel giddy again.
    Gripping the reins tightly
with both his skeletal hands,