Chapter 162 Russian Roulette

Old Mike galloped up to the Humvee and yanked hard on the reins.

"Whoa!"

The big quarter horse reared up on its front legs, let out a whinny, and came to a rock-steady stop.

Old Mike swung down out of the saddle, his movements crisp and clean—nothing like a man well past sixty.

He pulled off hi...

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