There was revenge in his heart and a price on his head. By now there were many notches on his gun – notches Clay had never wanted to put there. But each gunfight had proved the terrible speed of his draw; each death had brought him closer to his quarry. The trail was very warm now. Clay knew that on the muddy street of this little town he would face the test he’d spent years preparing for – gunning down the only man he’d ever really wanted to kill.
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