DEAD MEAT

Clint Adams lends a gaggle of stranded lovely ladies a hand—and it ends up crushed under their wagon. His shooting hand may never regain feeling—leaving Clint to rely on his cross draw. In a town like Big Rock, word travels fast, and soon the place is crawling with gunnies who'd love to take the Gunsmith down. Looks like he's a sitting duck...

But they'll have to put their victory parade on hold. The Gunsmith is ready for whoever dares confront him. And the ladies are happy to help him in his predicament...