The name he gave was Green. If you didn't look carefully, you might have written him off as just another drifting puncher, no better or worse than a thousand others. But there was something about him that made you look again...look and notice the latent power of the whipcord frame, the eyes that could change to icy menace in seconds, and the matched Colts in the tied-down holsters, their butts smooth with much use. A capable man, maybe a dangerous one. The kind of man you were glad to have on your side. A man who looked like he would know what to do in a tight spot and would do it - in a flash.
Used availability for Daniel Rockfern's Hell in the Mesquites
June 2010 : UK Hardback
October 2011 : UK Paperback