Hitting Paydirt — George G. Gilman

*****When the man called Edge rode into the old gold town of Paydirt, he wasn't looking for gold; for pay neither. And dirt was just what he wanted to get rid of. A hot bath, a belly full of decent food and a clean bed - that was all he needed. That and a new gun. Which was why he was in the gunsmiths, trading his worn battered Frontier Colt for a new and shiny Frontier Colt - a workaday gun for a working Gun - and paying no mind to the display of fancy, ivory and pearl butted handguns, the over-decorated Winchesters. And it was then that his path was first crossed by Kitty, the pretty half-Chinese girl, who was about to make quite a litter in Paydirt. Of people. Who'd need not so much to be doctored as undertaken.*****.