When Otis Chancy started out he had nothing. Then fate dealt him four of a kind -- all bullets. The young drifter played his hand for keeps, taking his chances against 'crooked sheriffs, deadly gunmen, and renegade Indians. He fought his way along back trails and through wide-open cow towns, learning the bitter rules as he went along. And when the smoke cleared away he stood alone, boss of his own cattle outfit -- hut the game was far from over.
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