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Holed up in a cabin in the Idaho hills, the mysterious man who
called himself Trent wasn't looking for trouble. It came looking
for him. A trigger-happy kid named Cub Hale emptied his gun into
an unarmed man. Then he came swaggering after Trent. The girl
who ran the gambling hall tried to get him to hightail it. But
Trent wasn't buying. Even in that forsaken back country, he knew
when a man had to speak with his shooting iron.
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