Val Darrant was four years old. It was a cold, snowy night as he was hustled away on a buckboards to be abandoned. But he did not die; he met Will Reilly. A gentleman, a gambler, and the best rifle shot in the West. Reilly was a man who knew the odds and played them. But what were the odds on taking in a frightened young boy?
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