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Bret Sanders' Hawk 04: Shootout at Las Cruces
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- ISBN8215303375
- EAN9798215303375
- Date de parution01/11/2023
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurWMG Publishing
Résumé
Lieutenant Webley Steele had garnered an excellent record in two years of service as a cavalryman. He had been hand-picked by Colonel Thomas Spate to carry out a dangerous undercover mission. It had been Spate who gave Steele the name of Hawk and it had stuck ever since. 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 Cruces-a town crawling with Spate's sadistic gunmen-stalking his prey as long as he could hold his flaming Colt .44.
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 Cruces-a town crawling with Spate's sadistic gunmen-stalking his prey as long as he could hold his flaming Colt .44.
