One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum danceâĶ
Slocumâs high-tailing it alone to Texasâin hopes that heâll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soulâand rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocumâs got himself a new traveling compadre who calls himself Dancer...
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When a fella saves someone from certain death, he expects some gratitude: a round of drinks, a steak dinner, even just a pat on the back. But even though Dancerâs grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isnât worth squat in the harsh Southwestâespecially where moneyâs concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocumâs gotta watch his backâand keep an eye on one fair-weather amigoâĶ
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