Solo Smith, Outlaw — J. Allan Dunn

SOLO SMITH sat alone on his ranch-house porch, gazing across the flats to where the barren peaks of the Alaridas notched the skyline. His face was hard set, his mouth grim, but there was a look in his gray eyes that betokened the philosopher, the look of the gambler who has played and lost and wonders if fortune has any other slaps in store for him...