A Fistful of Hate

THE LAST LAUGH...
Pancho threw back his head and laughed. Then the table hit him. And right behind the table came Sloane in a high leap, one foot descending to push Pancho's teeth down his throat, the other kicking the gun from his hand...

"You wanted boots," Sloane reminded him, closing in, "try these for size."

Pancho's hand was an inch short of his pistol when Sloane's boot stamped down on it. Sloane ground it into the floor like an old cigar butt. Screaming an oath, Pancho tore his hand free. Then Sloane kicked the gun aside and slammed him against the table.

The five remaining friends of Pancho Gonzalez, at first stunned, now sprang into action. In each of their hands sharpened metal glittered...