Jefferson Hewitt, intrepid detective of the Old West, held deuces in his hand, back to back. His latest case had him on the tail of Frank Sanderson, the Arizona Territory's most vicious killer-and the $40,000 that Sanderson's gang had stolen from the North East Arizona Trasport Company, $40,000 that was bonded by Jefferson Hewitt's own firm. The same $40,000 was Sanderson's ace, for Hewitt couldn't lift a finger against him until the money was recovered. But in his line of work, Hewitt has held a pair of deuces before-and he'd beaten out worse varmits then Frank Sanderson. And when Sanderson disappeared into the stark Arizona wilderness, Hewitt knew it was only a matter of time before the $40,000 materialized. Then the shooting could begin.
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