No Stranger To Hard Times

<p>One trembling hand hooked around the saddle horn when pain knifed through Lane Jerico's chest.</p><p>There was this sense of great weariness an unnatural fragility like hollow glass.</p><p>The chilling message had come last winter the pain along with a sick gray emptiness to be confirmed as heart disease by a Southern doctor. You have a year two at the most came the grim prognosis. And Lane Jericho wandering gunfighter had accepted that.</p>