Texas Ransom

Things were too quiet when the Gunsmith rode into Geneva, Texas. He'd never seen a town where the only thing that moved through the streets at midday was tumbleweed. The liveryman, barkeep, and sheriff were friendly enough, but their hands shook when they drank their whiskey. The town stank of fear. Clint could smell the rotting stench of it. But he couldn't figure out what was behind it.Then he discovered the truth: Nobody left Geneva, Texas... not alive, anyway. The town was being held ho...