SUDDEN RIDES AGAIN
He was a silent man. He wore two guns tied low, the butts worn as smooth as the leather they nestled in. He was a tall, capable man heading into Arizona badlands, moving towards trouble. He was James Green, gunfighter, killer, murderer a man with the kind of reputation that made men flinch when his eyes met theirs, that stilled hands on their way to holstered Colts. He was an outlaw, heading for a deadly double agent's game in an outpost of hell itself.