Men called Tom Gloster A Fighting Fool
Danger and fear were words he didn't know. Odds were something he disregarded. But justice and Revenge meant more to him than life.
Now Tom knew that the man he sought was behind the door, waiting with a gang of killers. So he strode forward, his two guns naked and ready for action.
Guns roared. A sheet of flame sprang across the room. Tom dropped to the floor. Down his face ran something hot, and wet, and thick -- his own blood.
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