Gus Ritter is a bounty hunter on the trail of his brother's murderer. Gus is after more than money - he wants retribution. This time, it's personal.
What Gus doesn't know is that John Hardin, the man he's after, was defending the young man from a bunch of drunken farmhands. After Gus arrives to the town of Archangel, death follows in rapid succession, and he finds himself not only fighting for his own life, but protecting the local preacher and a young, violated girl, as he makes his way south to confront Hardin.
The inevitable final showdown is about to take place in the dusty Mexican pueblo.
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Gus Ritter leaned on the bar counter, idly turning the beer glass in his palms, lost in thought.
He’d ridden for three days straight, sleeping as best he could in the saddle, forced to stop and camp only once on the journey. More for his horse’s sake rather than his own, he’d decided to rest up for a while, found a slit in a rocky outcrop and managed to grab a few fitful hours. The horse ate oats, gulped down water and seemed, in the morning at least, renewed. He did his best not to push the mare too hard. If it were to die out there, in the wide, open prairie, he’d be rich pickings for the buzzards within a day.
And now he was here. Archangel. He pondered why anyone would choose such a name. Wasn’t it something to do with God, or religion, or some such hokum? He never could fathom those stories as his old mom had never forced him to attend Sunday School, owing to her being drunk most days, and especially on the Sabbath. He chuckled at the memory. Poor old Mom. She’d been kicked in the head by their mule whilst cussing the animal and thrashing it across the rump with a stick. She got paid her dues when it lashed out with its hooves and broke her skull. Ritter never shed a tear.