FROM THE KING OF
THE SEXY, VIOLENT, FAST-PACED, HARD-DRIVING, ALL-ACTION WESTERN!
After another long,
wild chase after badmen, Prophet and his sometime-sidekick and lover, Louisa
Bonaventure, fork trails. Prophet heads to Denver to stomp with his tail up. He
doesn’t realize, however, that the pretty young vixen who lures him to her
hotel room is none other than the governor’s daughter, Clovis Teagarden. And
that she’s only sixteen...
After the night
they’d spent together, he’d thought she was twenty-five going on forty!
Run out of town
with a charge of rape dogging his heels, Prophet opens a letter a liveryman had
given him. The letter is from his old friend, Margaret-Jane Olson, or Lola
Diamond, as she was called in her acting days. (See The Devil & Lou Prophet.) Lola was in trouble the first time
Prophet met her, and she seems to be in dire straits again. She needs Prophet’s
help.
Since the bounty
hunter suddenly finds it necessary to get as far from Denver as possible,
anyway, he hops the stage in Cheyenne for the little town of Jubilee, where
Lola Diamond now resides, in the wilds of western Dakota. On the coach he finds
himself in the company of a beautiful Indian princess who was raised as a white
girl by a white rancher up near Jubilee.
He also finds
himself in the middle of a shooting war, the likes of which he’s never seen...
He has no idea
who’s doing the shooting or why. After everyone on the coach except himself and
the Indian girl have been murdered, he and the girl are on their own and must
run a gauntlet of kill-crazy gunslingers who seem hell bent on keeping them
from reaching their destination.
Next stop: HELL!
From the book:
The blast was deafening inside the coach. Flames spat from the
Richards’ right barrel toward the man aiming his Winchester through the window.
The man’s head turned bright red as it was torn off his shoulders and thrown a
good five feet straight up in the air.
The man’s headless body triggered the Winchester into the coach.
The bullet tore into the left arm of Johnny Wells, causing the dead man to jerk
once more.
The other man, on the coach door’s left side, widened his eyes
and thrust his own Winchester through the window left of the door. Prophet
tripped the gut-shredder’s second trigger and made both men who’d come to
investigate the coach’s contents a matching pair of headless, blood-spewing,
Winchester-wielding corpses.
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