Virgil Child rode back into New Mexico Territory with his mother's coffin, a momento of murder, and a mission. He'd given his word-he'd find his father's grave and bury her beside him. But the White Oaks cemetery holds no trace of Rueben Child. His memory lingers only in the long shadows cast by Ed Keller, owner of the biggest house in town and the silver mine that built it. Virgil was just a body when vicious gunmen shot his father down, drove his mother out, and stole his birthright. Now he's a young man pitted against a pack of thieving killers. sworn to right a bloody wrong, reclaim his heritage from the steely jaws of death, and wreak bloody vengeance.
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