โ Scribed by Peecher, Robert
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
When honor demands a life, can honor be satisfied with the life of an innocent man?
Does a criminal deserve mercy when an innocent man is standing in his stead?
In the vast emptiness of the Llano Estacado, Rab Sinclair finds there are no easy answers when he becomes a pawn in a barbaric plot to mete out punishment.
When a renegade band of Comanche demand a life for a life, and any life will do, Rab Sinclair and an outfit of vaqueros and hired gunmen are forced to track a criminal in order to save a friend.
In the untamed West, a mans sense of justice ends where survival begins.
Cinch your saddle and load up your Yellow Boy, because were driving cattle across the A Vast and Desolate Land.
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