Chapter Two Three Seconds in Hope

His two revolvers hung with the grips out, the stance of a man who had practiced a cross draw until it became muscle. "You hurt Titan men last night," Rusk said. Jack turned. "They walked into my home." "That land belongs to Titan now." "Who says?" Rusk's smile deepened. "The contract." Jack looked at the bartender. "Got paper?" The man blinked. "What?" "Paper." With shaking hands, the bartender placed a piece of account paper on the bar. Jack pulled out the seizure order he had taken the night before. He set it down, then laid the blank paper beside it. He picked up an oil lamp and lit the order. Flame ran quickly over the town seal. No one in the saloon seemed willing to breathe.