John Ryker. Gunsmith. And killer. Expert in every angle of slaughter – from the workings of a firing-pin to the effect of a slug on a man's gut.
In a small desert town Ryker made an enemy of Quartermain, the English hunter whose fancy accent hid a surging lust for blood. And it was out on the burning sand, in search of human bounty, that the two of them were headed for a death-run. The gunsmith and the dude suddenly ran up against Ciego, brutal, hate-filled chief of the Apaches. Quartermain was out to kill the Gunslinger. Ciego meant lingering death for any white man he found. And Ryker – he was death for just anyone at all...