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Crispin Mayo was a stranger to the law of the gun. He had come
west from Ireland to seek his fortune--one man with nothing but
his fists to protect him. What he found instead was trouble. A
cutthroat band of Confederate renegades were planning a train
kidnapping. It was none of Mayo's business--until the desperate
plea of a lady changed his mind. Soon the diehard rebels would
be very sorry indeed they'd ever crossed paths with the lone man
from Skibbereen.
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