The Texan — J.T. Edson

When the gunplay started, five Texans were in the thick of it. When the gunsmoke cleared, they were the ones still on their feet. If you were lucky enough to be their friend, you were a friend for life. If you were their enemy, it was the same. But your life wasn't likely to be a long one. That was the way it was with the hide-tough Texans they called the Floating Outfit.