Cowboy Showdown

Cowboy Showdown
Chris Blake

Join Tom on an incredible treasure hunt through time and battle history’s mightiest warriors. The seventh book in an action-packed, time-travelling series – perfect for fans of Beast Quest.Join Tom and Aztec girl, Zuma, as they travel through time, battling the mightiest warriors of the past!

Time Hunters: Cowboy Showdown

Chris Blake

Travel through time with Tom on more

adventures!

Gladiator Clash

Knight Quest

Viking Raiders

Greek Warriors

Pirate Mutiny

Egyptian Curse

Cowboy Showdown

Samurai Assassin

Outback Outlaw

Stone Age Rampage

Mohican Brave

Aztec Attack

For games, competitions and more visit:

www.time-hunters.com (http://www.time-hunters.com)

With special thanks to Lisa Fiedler

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Title Page (#uffac36e2-a5ae-5639-9657-0b1ff40d2e6a)

Dedication (#uaa8d3116-ed7e-5aa2-a2cb-f36110e96fc2)

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

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1500 AD, Mexico

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!”