Jim Rimbaud was a gunsmoke legend on both sides of the Mexican border, and when he rode back to Junction City, silence fell over the town like a dead man's body from a hanging tree. What was the lanky, silent gunfighter doing in town? Only Rimbaud knew why he was there - and he wasn't telling. But whenever Rimbaud arrived in a town somebody died not much later. Junction City was a powder keg and Rimbaud was the spark waiting to set it off.
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