Memuat
Wanted Dead or alive: Mr. Joe Boneson, 50.000$ Thus read the sign that sealed the towns people’s doom. Not long after its posting, a mysterious gunslinger showed up at the sherif’s doorstep and promised to deliver the scoundrel to justice. The towns people were incredulous at first, but as promised the criminal hanged from the gallows at noon the same day, and by evening they had already tossed his corpse to the desert dogs. But the not so dearly departed was not without friends. A week later three riders galloped into town; guns blazing and hungry for vengeance. Their violent ransack of the town was so wild that it bordered to madness, and not even the dead could sleep quietly that night...
