Clay Arbuckle was a strange breed of man. No one, not even Clay himself, knew where he stood. But everyone had heard whispers of his reputation that followed him through the bloody Dakota badlands, and that was what Clay wanted to forget. He wanted to forget that he was a hound-dog lonesome, and that no man trusted him ... and most of all he wanted to forget the gun that had pounded death into five men. But Arbuckle had walked the trail of vengeance all his life, and when he rode into South Fork, the killing started all over again.
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