Misty Blue 3: A Dog called Kill

‘That is one devil-dog. Part wildcat, part timber wolf and all round savage quadruped. I reckon it ruts with wild creatures of whatever gender. I know it ain’t a-feared of nothing. It will bite on a whole herd of buffalo and can chew off more hide than a moose got horns. I seen it rip off ten wild turkey then set right down, pluck ‘em and eat ‘em all in one sitting. It don’t have no manners, it will spit and cuss words worse than a sailor on the seven seas. You cross with that four-legged monster and it’s like you’re dealing with a porcupine with hemorrhoids. He’s mean, bad and dirty. Never washes, smells like a skunk and his breath will curl paint at a hundred yards. And there’s one word he can’t abide. Don’t ever say it. Don’t even whisper it. If that dog gets wind of that word then there’s hell to pay and the devil takes the hindmost.’

Misty Blue takes to the road again in search of the kin he left behind twenty years before. Along the way he picks up a travelling companion who is just as tough and mean as he is. A feral mongrel of the lowest order and of a most malicious temperament. They make an odd couple as they head into the town of Cholera in search of supplies.
The boys of the B bar B are in there drinking and set on making trouble but they don’t know what they are up against when they pick on the Mountain Man and his shadow. Before long a vengeful act and a beautiful girl are set to keep Misty hanging around town for a spell. Long enough to cause plenty of grief to the patriarch of the B bar B and his four sons, whose aim goes a lot deeper than first appears and who intends to take over the town and everything in it whatever the cost.
But even the fires of hell are not sufficient enough to stop a man like Misty Blue, nor his devil dog once that mutt gets the command to go on the rampage.