About This Book
CARR WAS COMING BACK along the silent, dusty street of Salt Fork you could almost smell death in the air.
In the gray light of morning the four Kendall's waited for him, gun-hot and swaggering -- but thinking, too, of the five dead outlaws strung out down Jonathan Carr's back trail.
The morning grew brighter -- and so did the knowledge that by sundown in Salt Fork there would be burying to do.
In the gray light of morning the four Kendall's waited for him, gun-hot and swaggering -- but thinking, too, of the five dead outlaws strung out down Jonathan Carr's back trail.
The morning grew brighter -- and so did the knowledge that by sundown in Salt Fork there would be burying to do.