Death and the Saloon Girl — Frank Leslie

FROM THE CELEBRATED AUTHOR OF THE YAKIMA HENRY NOVELS...

Saddle up and ride the wild trails of the old frontier with the Revenger, Mike Sartain, as he rights wrongs for people who can't right the wrongs themselves...

REVENGER #2: DEATH AND THE SALOON GIRL

Mike Sartain is summoned to a remote settlement in southern Colorado to see a girl badly in need of his own brand of decisive justice.

Sartain doesn't realize Belle Higgins is leading him into a trap, but oh what a beautiful it is! After the smoke clears, Sartain finds himself in the Sangre de Christo mountains, looking for a cache of stolen gold and Belle's missing father, Sheriff Stephen Higgins as well as Higgins's deputy, Jasper Garvey.

On his eventful journey, Sartain runs into several storms, including a couple of lead storms. He finds a couple of half-buried dead men as well as a beautiful blonde mountain girl appropriately named Crazy Mary.

Mary seems bound and determined to kill the Revenger if not with her old Spencer repeating rifle, then with her voluptuous body. Or maybe the even more ravishing English wife of a drunken mine owner will accomplish that task...

So much trouble, so few clues, so much hot lead and dangerous women ready and willing to lure the Revenger into their lairs.

All in a day's work for the Revenger who knows one thing for sure: What doesn't kill him only makes him stronger...

Sartain glanced around the room gauzy with webbing powder smoke and rife with the coppery smell of fresh blood.
Where was the girl?
As if in response to his silent question, she lifted her eyes above the bar. They were even wider than before. She looked around until her shocked gaze landed on Sartain then flicked to the cocked derringer he was holding in his hand, aimed at her.
“Holy cow,” she said, lifting her head still farther until she was standing up straight, smiling, showing all her fine, white teeth between ruby lips. “You're really him, ain't ya? The Revenger.” She leaned forward to peer over the bar at the dead men lying at the base of it, and shook her head in awe. “Yep, you're him, all right.” She smiled. “Thanks for comin', Mr. Sartain.”