Dead on time-the last train to Lantana Flats pulled slowly in. Dead on the tracks-one old-timer, a prospector. Barely alive to his predicament-the depot manager. With the railroad closing, he was out of a job and the Nevada desert wasn't exactly blooming with opportunities. Alert as ever-Adam Steele, just ridden in on the train. While up in the bare hills, a woman waited. Who might be able to show Steele a good and timely stash of gold.
And, sure as hell, would introduce him to a whole hurricane of flying lead.
Dead on time-the last train to Lantana Flats pulled slowly in. Dead on the tracks-one old-timer, a prospector. Barely alive to his predicament-the depot manager. With the railroad closing, he was out of a job and the Nevada desert wasn't exactly blooming with opportunities. Alert as ever-Adam Steele, just ridden in on the train. While up in the bare hills, a woman waited. Who might be able to show Steele a good and timely stash of gold.
And, sure as hell, would introduce him to a whole hurricane of flying lead.