"Winghorse was a wide-open town where gun law was the only law and where Reece Rudabuagh's fast, highly-paid gunslingers had formed a welcoming committee, ready at a moment's notice to blast anyone who dared to defy their land hungry boss. But this kill-crazy mob faced more than just a saddle-weary, shiftless Texas ramrod in Andy Farlow. Farlow had come here on a mission -- to find 100,000 Spanish gold pesos -- and he would kill anyone who tried to sop him. Rudabaugh's guns were tough and quick-triggered, but they hadn't met Farlow's kind before -- a Texas who wouldn't say die . . ." Book Jacket.
It could have been suicide--It could have been mruder--Either way it was good news and no one cared much about the details. Jake Glendon was a good man to have dead. His gang of opium smugglers had turned a deputy's badge into a death warrent for the man who wore it. But when the Three Mesquiteers--Tucson Smith, Lullaby Joslin and Stony Brooke--rode off after discovering the body, they were unaware that they had actually ridden into one of the toughest cases in their long career of unoffical outlaw-busting. The Glendon gang turned out to be far from dead. Six-shooters barked and blood was spilled on the streets of Jackpot ...