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.
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