Every two-bit bandit in the California territory is rubbing his greedy hands together--because there's a king's ransom of gold headed for the Caliente railhead. Still, Clint Adams reckons that keeping a few dozen outlaws under control should be easy pay, what with all the local badges and hired Wells Fargo guns around town.
But the Gunsmith begins to worry when the bank's agents show more talent for getting shot than for riding shotgun. And when the Caliente police chief seems to be crookeder than a huckster's handshake, Clint knows his only allies are his steady aim and a pair of six-guns!
But the Gunsmith begins to worry when the bank's agents show more talent for getting shot than for riding shotgun. And when the Caliente police chief seems to be crookeder than a huckster's handshake, Clint knows his only allies are his steady aim and a pair of six-guns!
