Author Description

Steve Frone shot too fast and straight to be an honest man, and his silver spurs and smart outfit didn't go with his statement that he was broke and needed a job. All the same, Marshal Link Murlee decided to use his help in cleaning up Crosbie; a town in which a man who had been attacked by paid gun-hawks could say, "Sure I know who hired them - my brother"; a town where you couldn't throw a half-brick without hitting a man who wore two Colts and seemed ready to use them.