The Greatest Western Writer Of The 21st Century
When The Bullets Start To Fly
Jensen sat in a cave and boiled the last of his coffee. He figured he
was in Idaho--somewhere south of Montpelier--but he was certain about only
two things: he was cold and he was being hunted by a small army of men.
Smoke knew why he was cold--it was winter. He just didn't have a clear
idea of why anyone was after him.
He was soon to find out that
he'd unwittingly ridden into the middle of the fiercest range war in
years. Now he had to either choose sides or return home across the back
of a horse. Smoke had never taken kindly to being bullied. . .so when Jud
Vale and his cutthroat gang started pushing him around, Smoke Jensen
just pushed right back. . .