McAllister, wild and tough as the land that bred him, was hunting a man who owed him a life. He trailed him from the dusty Mexican border to the wide plains of Nebraska. If he had to, he'd hunt him for another year - and another after that. He'd keep after him until he finally tracked him down. And killed him.
Another McAllister adventure with all the controlled violence of a frontier. 45 from master Western-writer Matt Chisholm.
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