DANGER WAS HIS BUSINESS
He was a big man, with wide shoulders, narrow hips the long legs of a born and bred horseman. His hair was close-cropped and snow white, though he was only in his thirties. He had grown up hard and never looked back. He'd punched cattle, roughnecked in the oil fields -- even fought in the prize rings. He joined up with Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders and found his true calling -- combat.
His face was so battered, scarred, weathered and remarkably ugly that it was almost handsome. He drew helplessly admiring looks from the women and cautious, wary looks from the men. He was a soldier of fortune, for sale to the highest bidder -- he was Fargo.
FARGO'S ARSENAL:
Fargo's Old Army percussion revolver throws a .457 caliber 250 grain slug that will make a burglar wish he hadn't. Still available in stainless steel as an antique replica, the gun nuts haven't gotten around to outlawing it yet.
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