Warpath — Jake McMasters

SCOURGE OF THE WEST

Twelve S.O.B.s had left him swinging from a rope, as good as dead. But it wasn't Taggart's time to die. Alive he was an outcast hated by his enemies, feared by all others -- no better off than the wretched tribe of Apaches who'd saved him.

Twelve S.O.B.s were the only reason Taggart had for living. Together with the desperate renegade warriors he'd have his revenge. One by one, he'd hunt the yellowbellies down. One by one, he'd make them wish they'd never drawn a breath. One by one, he'd leave their guts and bones scorching under the brutal desert sun.