Blood on the Brazos — Jake Logan

ALL SLOCUM WANTED WAS A DRINK

The saloons around the Brazos River boasted the finest whiskey and the prettiest ladies known to man. But Slocum hadn't even wet his whistle when a nasty varmint tried to shoot up an innocent boy. Never one to suffer cowards, Slocum showed the bad hombre some six-gun justice. Now the yellow fool's friends are full of whiskey and venom -- and they aim to send Slocum to the saloon in the sky...