The Hated — George G. Gilman

RAW

In a town called Hate only one man ruled, and his double-barreled shotgun was the law. Sherrill Corners owned the town and everything in it, including the people. He was judge, jury, and executioner. No one dared risk the bloody consequences of challenging Corners' authority. Until Edge rode into town, hell bent on drowning his grief at the local saloon and with the first available woman.

Violence was his constant companion, death and destruction his way of life. Every nerve in his body raw from the relentless crunch of his savage life, Edge was quick to smell the rancid stench of danger. The town knew that only Edge could survive the ruthless onslaught of a desperate gang of gunslingers hired by Corners to protect his interests. And Edge knew he would collect his bounty, because only he could walk the hairsbreadth edge between survival and death.

EDGE