The Kid

Winky thought he'd seen everything in Wyoming Territory: rustlers, hangings, shoot-outs, cattle standing frozen stiff in the snow. Then into town one lazy day rode a long-haired kid and a colossal African mute.

They were met in the saloon by Fiddler Jones, whose hair and temper flared like a wasps' nest. Fiddler's yellow eyes fell instantly in love with the kid's pouch of gold dust. That pouch was worth killing for.

Fiddler was no stranger to trouble, but the trouble he found in the kid and ...