Excerpt
They hadn't known what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn't this.
The barn stood alone in the middle of a barren stretch of hardpan where weeds might have sprung up from the godforsaken earth once upon a time. Plenty of land for wheat fields or grazing pasture stretched between hills at each compass point, perfect for protection from harsh winter winds and runoff during spring rains. It could have been a thriving ranch or farm long ago, but now the whole spread lay cold and abandoned, nothing more than a forgotten memory. There were no remains of a farmhouse, no sign of the settlers who'd once built this sun-bleached, dilapidated edifice. It looked as though it had sprung up out of the lifeless ground of its own accord, which didn't bode well for what would be found inside.
They'd been following a trail for the past two days, and it led straight to these lopsided doors, chained shut and padlocked as if to keep something unsavory contained inside. But that couldn't be. Whatever had sucked the life out of the animals they'd passed along the way would have had no trouble snapping through this chain, just as it had snapped the neck of every cow, horse, sheep and goat they'd counted so far.
Now they stood just inside the dusty threshold, staring upward, unable to believe their eyes.
"So, what do you make of it?" Coyote Cal managed once he'd found his voice, fingers crawling for the holstered six-gun tied down on his thigh.
Donna Jamison, resident expert on all things weird and wicked in the Wild West, let loose a low whistle through her teeth, shaking her head in bewilderment.
Big Yap—Cal's loyal sidekick who was old enough to be his father, maybe even his grandfather—kept his sawed-off shotgun at the ready, the same weapon he'd used to blast off the padlock and allow them entry.
Manuel, their trusted guide from the nearby town of Paseo Grande, crossed himself repeatedly with his mouth sagging wide open. "Hijos del Diablo!" he gasped.
"Steady," said Cal. "We knew it wouldn't be pretty."
"Hijos del Diablo!"
"What the heck is he babbling on about?" Big Yap grumbled.
"The devil's children," Cal mused.