Mountain Man's Blood — Jess McCreede

Ain't no telling which way a man's life is gonna lead him until he's down the road a ways. Take a cuss like mountain man Wolf McKord, best damn trapper in the Northern Rockies. Then, after all them good years in the hills, he up and starts breedin' horses on a high graze with his brother Jess. Both men took to ranching like they was born int he saddle, too. That is 'til Jess gets himself shot dead by some lowdown rustling varmints and Wolf rides out on the vengeance trail. The rail gets mighty bloody as Wolf starts his Creedmore Sharps pumpin' lead and death. But the picture changes when those backshootin' rustlers join up with a passel of land hungry cattlemen who are after the McKord spread. Fifty menagainst one ain't fair odds for most, but for Wolf McKord they were just about right to plant those jaspers in a string of unmarked graves or else die in a cloud of .....Mountain Man's Blood.