Slow Death — Jake Logan

THEY WERE AN ORNERY BUNCH OF HOMBRES. A wild gang of whiskey runners. and Slocum had 'em figured for trouble from the start. He'd let them off too easy when he'd caught them red-handed rustling cattle from Lynn Dawson's Lazy D spread. That was his mistake. Because now they've rustled something bigger -- Lynn's young, pretty daughter. And as ransom, they want Slocum! That's their mistake. Because now, Slocum's feeling a mite ornery himself ...