His name was Red Pierre, and he was bent on drawing blood. The locals said the man he hunted couldn't be beaten. But six years of riding outlaw had left Pierre with a burning hate and a steady trigger finger. Now he was going to get the bushwhacker who'd shot his father. And if his guns couldn't put the yellowbelly six feet under, he'd go after his gutless enemy with his bare hands.
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His name was Red Pierre, and he was bent on drawing blood. The locals said the man he hunted couldn't be beaten. But six years of riding outlaw had left Pierre with a burning hate and a steady trigger finger. Now he was going to get the bushwhacker who'd shot his father. And if his guns couldn't put the yellowbelly six feet under, he'd go after his gutless enemy with his bare hands.
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