Book description
They said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and
that he was slow to anger-like a rattler dozing in the desert sun.
But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was
cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the
outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back.
Old timers shook their heads. It wasn't going to be a fair fight,
they said.
The odds were only three to one.
