Buckshot

Cold-blooded as a snake and twice as deadly, Johnny Tenkiller had already more than lived up to his name by the time he was twenty-one. Now the dangerous halfbreed was making tracks for the California boomtown of Bakersfield, leaving a trail of corpses behind him like spits of chaw from a heavy chewer. Disappearing among Bakersfield's teeming mass of cowhands, miners, Chinese laborers and Mexican vaqueros, Tenkiller would soon be able to indulge...