Wes Marriner was a hired gun, sharp, cautious, and skilled at killing. Yet he found there was such a thing as one job too many and too ugly for any amount of gold. But his decision to quit couldn’t be final. Either he took the money and job, or someone else would be hired for it—with instructions to get rid of Wes first. And that someone else would be the one man in Arizona Territory with a faster draw and no heart left at all. There was one question he had to ask himself: was he willing to bet his life on it?