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Sackett got to Texas with a well-oiled dogleg, a racing mule
that didn't look worth its salt and a damn good idea of the whereabouts
of buried gold across the border in Mexico. In Mexico he had bad
luck. His party had to run for it, and when Lando stood rear guard
they pulled out and left him. Six years in a Mexican prison put
muscles in his arms, fire in his heart and pure recklessness in
his head. When he caught up with the men who betrayed him, it
made no difference that he didn't have a gun.
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Lando
