Book description
It was a one shot kill …
But it wasn't the man Silvertip meant to kill. It was just a kid
wearing Bandini's cape. And while Silvertip wasn't denying he pulled
the trigger, it was Bandini who set the youngster up, sending him out
of the saloon to die like a dog. It should have been the
back-shooting, throat-cutting Bandini who bled his life away into the
dust of that dark alley.
Before the young boy's corpse was cold, Silvertip made an oath. He'd
track down the kid's kin. And whatever the youngster was supposed to
do, he'd finish the job. Then he'd find Bandini and kill him proper.
Though it was a crying shame you couldn't kill a man like Bandini more
than once …
