Blood at the Bank Door

Ride in. Take the payroll. Ride out before the dust settled. But someone talked. Now the bank is blown open, the streets are choked with smoke, and the men who rode in together are turning on each other just to stay alive. Amos Grady knows one thing-this wasn't a mistake. It was a setup. With the gold gone and the trail running east, Amos and a hard-eyed gunman named Flint Calder ride into dry country where men don't hide.
they wait. Waiting at the end of that trail is a lawman with a badge, a long memory, and a score that won't stay buried. Because this time-it isn't about the money. It's about settling a debt in blood.