About This Book
With a little muscle, some cold steel, and a few well-placed slugs, Dunstan and his hard cases ran roughshod over the small town of Whitlow, Colorado. Only John Sheidler stood his ground and grabbed a gun -- and then crumpled to the floor with a bullet in his heart.
Eric Sheidler vowed he'd someday kill Dunstan and the others for the murder of his father. But Eric was just a boy with a grown-up hate. He didn't have a chance against Dunstan's gunslicks -- until a tall stranger with a fast draw and a dark past arrived from... West of the Cimarron.
Eric Sheidler vowed he'd someday kill Dunstan and the others for the murder of his father. But Eric was just a boy with a grown-up hate. He didn't have a chance against Dunstan's gunslicks -- until a tall stranger with a fast draw and a dark past arrived from... West of the Cimarron.