Barry Litton lay on the earthen floor of the shack with a bullet in his ribs. Outside, gun in hand, waited his old enemy-the hired killer Rann Duval.Duval laughed mockingly. Litton. Ive got you trapped. Are you coming out?Painfully, Barry got to his feet. Im ready, Duval. Then, blood-soaked and exhausted, he stepped into the moonlight, six-gun cocked, ready to kill or be killed.
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