"Target ish no good town," said Jack Farr, resting his grizzled frame against the bar. "A large housh ish unaccount'bly mishing, a shide track and a puffeckly good train of cars dishappeared overnight; a gentleman puts a mess of bread in the oven to bake, shlips away to get a small drink, and when he comesh back his stove is gone. Yesh!"
And what was needed to clean up the town, Pres Lewis decided, was a group of trusty knaves, men of no great virtue who had honor in their hearts... Written by the man the border country considers the greatest Western author of all time.
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