The Final Shot(1975)

George G. GilmanMalcolm Davey

even from a distance he looked deadly. His lean, towering frame measured at least three inches over six feet. About two hundred pounds of mean muscle and bone. His dark clothes were coated with a gray film of trail dust, from his worn and scarred boots to the sweat-stained, low-crowned hat on his head. The butt of a frontier Colt jutted from the holster tied to his right thigh. Like his clothes, the gun was far from new. Framed by long black hair like an Indian, the stranger's face was deeply etched by sun and wind, and a past that would defy description. As many people before had learned, the inhabitants of Monksville would soon realize that this grim visitor would change their lives and end more than a few of them...