But that was in the past and now Colonel Spate ruled Las Cruces. And Hawk was gunning for Spate. The scars on his body were reason enough for revenge. Spate had put them there with a white-hot branding iron. But Hawk was driven by a deeper hate. There was the haunting nightmare of his wife and Spate and a bloody afternoon torn by her dying screams.
So Hawk was in Las Crucesa town crawling with Spate's sadistic gunmenstalking his prey as long as he could hold his flaming Colt .44.
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