Texas Gun-Law

With his two fast-talking Colts swinging from his hips--with his battle-tested, spirited, swift black stallion beneath him--with the burning will to clear his name bursting within him--with a woman, beautiful and staunchly loyal, behind him--Steve Galt reckoned, as he thundered through the wild mesquite that he could ride straight into the mouth of Hell and come back alive! But it was hotter than Hell--a thousand times--in the hideout of the rustlers. Steve had to think fast and fog his six-guns faster. He did the fanciest riding and the toughest fighting of his whole career. But after the smoke of the battle had cleared, the name of Galt was respected and feared--by good men and bad--thoughout the range!