The girl was a good looker as girls go, and Clay Storm wanted her for wife. Two ruthless riders from the North also wanted her - dead.
And so ... Clay stepped onto the trail and said: â€˜Hold it right there.' The man on the horse clutched the girl harder. â€˜Let's talk this over like sensible men,' he said - and dived from his horse, his gun already banging. The horse reared. Clay levered and fired. The girl screamed. A man lay dying in the Texas dust.