"COME AND GET ME!"
His gun arm shattered, his feet so torn that the touch of stirrups was agony, and with only two slugs left for his .44, Wade Forrest turned to face Arne Bassett's hired killers on a battleground of their choosing, not his.
Nor was it really his fight.
Bassett was feuding with the T Anchor spread and Forrest was a stranger to the valley.
But in a range war, no man is neutral.
So Wade had been forced to take sides and to wage his own brand of gun-hell.
Now the hand was being played out, down to the last thundering chip!