Lonely Men

Tell Sackett had been lured into the Apache’s mountain stronghold by the icy beauty of his brother’s wife. He didn’t go alone. John J. Battles, Spanish Murphy and the half-breed Tampico rode beside him. Each was driven by his past to test his speed and cunning against an enemy who could smell a white man a mile away–and then shoot his eyes out at a dead gallop. It was a contest few men could enter–and fewer still could hope to win.