A TEXAN CAME RIDING
Across 800 miles the Texan rode, his eyes searching, his gun ready. And with him always he carried the memory of the girl and the wrong that had been done her. Someday, he would put aside his gun. Someday, after his got his man. But when he finally found him, he decided to bide his time. It wasn't enough to shoot him, not nearly enough. . .