The cramped little Missouri River packet splashed north toward Fort Benton, deep in Montana Territory. On board were two tall, rangy men, more accustomed to the slap of leather against their thighs than the slap of wavelets against the hull. Two bold and steely-eyed men and one beautiful, seductive woman. This was Powell's Army--undercover operatives acting on orders to ride hellbent into deadly danger.
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