Bitter Wind

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When you live the sort of life I do -- the life of a hired gun -- you start to figure you can handle any tough hand who comes along. But the tough hand I had to drill right between the eyes just happened to be a Flynn. And even though it was self-defense, there's no way his pa and the rest of the clan wouldn't come after me. In a wild race across the frozen prairie, their first bullet killed my horse and their second caught me right in the thigh. But it was what happened next that changed my life forever. . . .