Chris Blake - Cowboy Showdown

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Egyptian Curse

Cowboy Showdown

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Outback Outlaw

Stone Age Rampage

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Cover

Title Page Time Hunters: Cowboy Showdown Chris Blake

Dedication With special thanks to Lisa Fiedler

Prologue

Chapter 1: Drum Roll, Please

Chapter 2: Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 3: All That Glitters

Chapter 4: Deadwood

Chapter 5: Yee-ha!

Chapter 6: Stagecoach Stick-up

Chapter 7: A Shot in the Dark

Chapter 8: Round Up a Posse

Chapter 9: Showdown at High Noon

Chapter 10: Just Desserts

Weapons

Wild West Timeline

Time Hunters Timeline

Fantastic Facts

The Hunt Continues …

Discover a New Time Hunters Quest!

Copyright

About the Publisher

Cover Title Page Time Hunters: Cowboy Showdown Chris Blake Dedication With special thanks to Lisa Fiedler Prologue Chapter 1: Drum Roll, Please Chapter 2: Mirror, Mirror Chapter 3: All That Glitters Chapter 4: Deadwood Chapter 5: Yee-ha! Chapter 6: Stagecoach Stick-up Chapter 7: A Shot in the Dark Chapter 8: Round Up a Posse Chapter 9: Showdown at High Noon Chapter 10: Just Desserts Weapons Wild West Timeline Time Hunters Timeline Fantastic Facts The Hunt Continues … Discover a New Time Hunters Quest! Copyright About the Publisher

As far as Zuma was concerned, there were only two good things about being a human sacrifice. One was the lovely black pendant the tribal elders had given her to wear. The other was the little Chihuahua dog the high priest had just placed next to her.

I’ve always wanted a pet , thought Zuma, as the trembling pup cuddled beside her. Though this does seem like an extreme way to get one.

Zuma lay on an altar at the top of the Great Pyramid. In honour of the mighty Aztec rain god, Tlaloc, she’d been painted bright blue and wore a feathered headdress. The entire village had turned out to watch the slave girl be sacrificed in exchange for plentiful rainfall and a good harvest. She could see her master strutting in the crowd below, proud to have supplied the slave for today’s sacrifice. He looked a little relieved too. And Zuma couldn’t blame him. As slaves went, she was a troublesome one, always trying to run away. But she couldn’t help it – her greatest dream was to be free!

Zuma had spent the entire ten years of her life in slavery, and she was sick of it. She knew she should be honoured to be a sacrifice, but she had a much better plan – to escape!

“Besides,” she said, frowning at her painted skin, “blue is not my colour!”

“Hush, slave!” said the high priest, Acalan, his face hidden by a jade mask. “The ceremony is about to begin.” He raised his knife in the air.

“Shame I’ll be missing it,” said Zuma. “Tell Tlaloc I’d like to take a rain check.” As the priest lowered the knife, she pulled up her knees and kicked him hard in the stomach with both feet.

“ Oof! ” The priest doubled over, clutching his belly. The blade clattered to the floor.

Zuma rolled off the altar, dodging the other priests, who fell over each other in their attempts to catch her. One priest jumped into her path, but the little Chihuahua dog sank his teeth into the man’s ankle. As the priest howled in pain, Zuma whistled to the dog.

“Nice work, doggie!” she said. “I’m getting out of here and you’re coming with me!” She scooped him up and dashed down the steps of the pyramid.

“Grab her!” groaned the high priest from above.

Many hands reached out to catch the slave girl, but Zuma was fast and determined. She bolted towards the jungle bordering the pyramid. Charging into the cool green leaves, she ran until she could no longer hear the shouts of the crowd.

“We did it,” she said to the dog. “We’re free!”

As she spoke, the sky erupted in a loud rumble of thunder, making the dog yelp. “Thunder’s nothing to be scared of,” said Zuma.

“Don’t be so sure about that!” came a deep voice above her.

Zuma looked up to see a creature with blue skin and long, sharp fangs, like a jaguar. He carried a wooden drum and wore a feathered headdress, just like Zuma’s.

She knew at once who it was. “Tlaloc!” she gasped.

The rain god’s bulging eyes glared down at her. “You have dishonoured me!” he bellowed. “No sacrifice has ever escaped before!”

“Really? I’m the first?” Zuma beamed with pride, but the feeling didn’t last long. Tlaloc’s scowl was too scary.

“I’m sorry!” she said quietly. “I just wanted to be free.”

“You will never be free!” Tlaloc hissed. “Unless you can escape again …”

Tlaloc banged his drum, and thunder rolled through the jungle.

He pounded the drum a second time, and thick black clouds gathered high above the treetops.

“This isn’t looking good,” Zuma whispered. Holding the dog tight, she closed her eyes.

On the third deafening drum roll, the jungle floor began to shake and a powerful force tugged at Zuma. She felt her whole body being swallowed up inside … the drum!

Cover Title Page Time Hunters: Cowboy Showdown Chris Blake Dedication With special thanks to Lisa Fiedler Prologue Chapter 1: Drum Roll, Please Chapter 2: Mirror, Mirror Chapter 3: All That Glitters Chapter 4: Deadwood Chapter 5: Yee-ha! Chapter 6: Stagecoach Stick-up Chapter 7: A Shot in the Dark Chapter 8: Round Up a Posse Chapter 9: Showdown at High Noon Chapter 10: Just Desserts Weapons Wild West Timeline Time Hunters Timeline Fantastic Facts The Hunt Continues … Discover a New Time Hunters Quest! Copyright About the Publisher

Tom Sullivan hurried ahead of his dad. He was never able to just walk through the museum where his dad worked. Tom was a history fanatic and he loved being at the museum – there was always so much to see!

“C’mon, Dad,” he urged. “I want to look at the ‘Treasures of the Aztec World’ exhibition before it opens next week.”

“It’s not quite finished yet,” Dad warned. “There are still lots of artefacts in shipping crates.”

“I don’t mind,” said Tom. “I can help you unpack.”

Tom loved helping his dad at the museum, especially when it was closed to the public. Then he could make as much noise as he wanted, and study the displays without the crowds.

As they reached the Egyptian hall, Tom felt a rush of excitement. Not long ago, in this very place, he’d accidentally broken an ancient statue and freed the princess Isis from a curse. Together, they had travelled through time to find the six lost amulets Isis needed to enter the Afterlife. They’d met pirates and Vikings and Roman gladiators. But even though they’d faced fearsome opponents, Tom and Isis had managed to collect all six jewels.

It had been the most amazing experience of Tom’s life.