It was August of '75, and the Los Angeles heat was mean, sticky, and oppressive. Sledge Jackson didn't need another job-he needed an air conditioner. But when a woman in a white linen suit walks in with a bag of cash and a story about ghosts in the Amazon, you don't say no. You pack the .44, grab the team, and go to war.
It was August of '75, and the Los Angeles heat was mean, sticky, and oppressive. Sledge Jackson didn't need another job-he needed an air conditioner. But when a woman in a white linen suit walks in with a bag of cash and a story about ghosts in the Amazon, you don't say no. You pack the .44, grab the team, and go to war.