Widowmaker

Arizona Territory, 1881. Their story runs snaky and smooth through the movie projector of the mind… A drifter and gambler with a burden of fame as a gunfighter and lawman in the Kansas cowtowns... A woman as renowned for her beauty as for her skill with the pasteboards, but a lady who has drawn a dark veil over her past... Their coming together is the stuff of stories and gossip, and in the end, legend, for when she is left dead by a wolfpack of thieves and killers, the retribution is relentless, bloody, and ultimately grimly poetic.
Coleman Matthews is a gunman with a desolate heart and a wry sense of humor... He can put a bullet in your chest before you clear leather or drop you from a thousand yards out with a .50 caliber Sharps. He carries a sawed off ten-gauge in a saddle scabbard and a push dagger in his belt for closer-in social work. But saddle up… ride with him for awhile as he hunts down the wolfpack of thieves and killers who raped and murdered one of the few people he ever cared about...