TULLY GIBBS WAS A KILLER ...A bullet sang, and Tully Gibbs hit the dirt. Tully was a killer—trained, highly skilled, merciless. But he was pinned down, exposed to the hail of rifle fire: shots slamming past his ear, spraying the bitter dust into his mouth and eyes, with his own gun a deadly three yards away from his hand ...Right or wrong, Tully Gibbs had staked his claim. Now he had to fight for it!Tully Gibbs was a hard man. War, prison camp, fighting for his life had made him that way. When Tully saw the rich ore in the walls of the silver mine shaft at Officer's Ridge, he knew that nothing—not the biggest toughest mining operator in Colorado, not love, loyalty, pity or friendship was going to stand between hire and his dream of wealth and power.Luke Short's savagely realistic novel of an incredibly rich silver strike and two men who fought each other for wealth, power ... and a woman!

It had been easy working for Frank Chess, working for Rhino Hulst. Running his crooked errands. Losing his crooked money in the nearest poker game. Drinking it up in the nearest saloon. Giving it away to the nearest girl in a spangled dress. But murder was something else. Sure I killed him, Rhino said pleasantly. And I pinned it on you. I’m the only man can clear you, and I need you. You’ll have to stick with me -- or hang! They had called Frank Chess a drifter -- a fiddlefoot. He’d never cared about anything or anyone long enough to stick around. Noot even Rhino suspected that when he stumbled across something he cared about, the mild-mannered fiddlefoot would turn into a tornado of vengeance.

An Indian-fighting officer carries on, facing danger and risking disgrace...