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Logan knew he was good. He was as hard as nails and a professional. But so were a lot of men who went after El Puma, the dandy-killer with the fancy guns who headed the most feared gang of killers along the whole Mexican border. For as far as a good horse could run before he dropped, El Puma ruled. But even El Puma... the giant cat... couldn't have lasted as long as he did without the help of friends in high places on both sides of the border. Colonel Barty, with his riverboat gamblers' shirts and whiskey-red face, might have been part of it. And where did Susan, Logan's old lady love fit into this?