SUDDEN RIDES AGAIN
He rode a horse as black as night. 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 the Arizona badlands, moving toward 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!