Staying alive on the Border means killing...

McLain went to Texas looking for a new life. The outlaws drifting down saw only the pickings. And only one way to take them – with a gun.

It didn’t matter who stood in their way: they’d learnt their deadly trade in the bloody fighting of the Civil War.

But so had McLain, and now he was on the other side. Ready to follow the killers into Mexico or hell, whichever came first. Ready to use the Colt’s Dragoons he’d carried through the War, or the Sharps buffalo gun that could kill up to a mile...

Mostly, just ready to kill again.