The words were indistinct and came with longer and longer gaps between them. Herne was forced to kneel beside the man and bend his head sideways so that his ear was no more than inches above the man's mouth.
"Edwards ... Jamie Edwards ... prospectin' off and on for thirty years ... hills around ... made strike ... Fallen Lake ... couple of thousand dollars ... silver ore. Tell my wife Nadine ... Cimaron Falls. Promise me."
Still Herne hesitated. How many old man had he run into who'd wasted their last years, their dying words over delusions of silver mines and buried ore?
But Herne agreed reluctantly to the old prospector's last request and rode into Cimaron Falls in search of the beautiful, wanton Nadine. But what he didn't know was that Jamie Edwards was murdered a brutal gang of train robbers - Zac Peters, P. J. Armitage, Savannah, Tex Blakely and their leader, Waco Johnny Young - a gang who would stop at nothing to lay their hands on the silver ...
