Deathwind — James Powell

They set an innocent man to prison. Now they'd pay the price...Howling out of the west was a blinding snowstorm. Ridging out of the east was a bearded drifter. They were both heading for the same small town. The drifter was Guthrie McGuire and he had killing in his eye. A town full of mean-lipped strangers had sent him to prison for a crime he didn't commit. Then their righteous shame had driven his young wife to suicide. Now Guthrie had a score to settle. And when the snow started to fall, the bullets began to fly...