Gun Play at Cross Creek
The Past Comes Calling With a Gun ... The good people of Cross Creek, Wyoming, hired gunslinger Brett Kincaid to keep the peace. But the only peace Kinkaid recognizes is the serenity of the grave -- and at least one of his bullets has Morgan Atwater's name on it. Atwater hung up his guns a long time ago, and he's only in town to see his wife and son, nothing more. Yet hatred is reason enough for Kinkaid's brand of personal justice -- and the badge he wears gives him the power, if not the right, to get away with murder. It wasn't what he wanted, but Morgan Atwater's got one final score to settle ... with a rogue town marshal with a lightning draw and blood in his eye.
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