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The sun bled red over the Arizona desert. Tex Willer reined in his palomino, Navajo, and studied the tracks below the canyon rim. Five riders — shod horses, one dragging a hoof — headed toward the abandoned mission at Mesa Roja.

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"Same as the others," Tex muttered to Kit Carson's son, Kit Willer, riding beside him. "The stagecoach guards never saw the attackers. Said they 'rose from the earth and vanished into stone.'" The sun bled red over the Arizona desert

"Two more days," Bullock said, "and we declare the road haunted. Then the railroad buys the ghost route from the territory — cheap. And we get paid." "The cellar," Tex said, "or the cemetery

Tex knelt. A red candle stub. Then he spotted it — a feathered headdress painted on a rock, but the feathers were inverted. "Not Apache. Not Navajo. Someone's playing pretend."

Bullock reached for his gun. Tex's Colt .45 cleared leather first — a single shot sent the sheriff's pistol spinning. The others froze when Kit's rifle clicked from the bell tower.

They chose the cellar. Inside, Tex found sacks of stolen army payroll, a theatrical ghost costume made of bedsheets and phosphorous paint — and the real killers of five men.