A desperate telegram from young Lane Jenkins brought Flint McKay north to Montana, where Randolph Billington was using every dirty trick in the book to take over the territory. But what could Flint do about it? He was just an ageing drifter with failing eyesight. He had no home and no kin, just a horse, a saddle, and a pistol he'd won in a bunkhouse poker game. To Lane, though, Flint was the only man who could stand up to the buzzards who'd killed his father.
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