Marshal Jeremy Six #4: The Proud Riders

If it hadn’t been for John Paradise arriving in town the same time as a government payroll amounting to sixty-five thousand dollars in gold, Marshal Jeremy Six might have passed a peaceful Fourth of July weekend. But the one-armed killer with a reputation of having gunned down fifty-seven men in his time was perched, sphinx-like, on a barstool, “waiting for a friend.” And Harry Rose, a fat dude from the East, arrived with his entourage in Spanish Flat, gravitated toward the Drover’s Rest Sa...