Description
One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum dance…Slocum's high-tailing it alone to Texas -- in hopes that he'll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soul -- and rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocum's got himself a new traveling
compadre who calls himself Dancer...
When a fella saves someone from certain death, he expects some gratitude: a round of drinks, a steak dinner, even just a pat on the back. But even though Dancer's grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isn't worth squat in the harsh Southwest -- especially where money's concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocum's gotta watch his back -- and keep an eye on one fair-weather
amigo…