The desert sun, two smoldering sisters, and a criminal packing heat sure can burn a fella!
For years, a certain sleazy customs officer by the name Braddock has been turning a pretty penny on the Mexican border. Not by doing right by Uncle Sam, but by taking bribes. And his clients always make good on their bribes—or end up floating face down in the Rio Grande. Deputy Marshal Custis Long knows it’ll be a long shot tracking this weasel to his den, for the border’s long and the river, wide.
But along his haphazard path, Longarm finds some luck. A bewitching mistress of the black arts bodes him strength. And he comes across some hombres only too willing to help find Braddock, his ruthless pard, Harrigan, and his horse-thievin’ posse of cutthroats. The patron of el rancho Sisters of Fire, for one, would like to see the lot of them hang for kidnapping his sister. And even though the owlhoots keep slipping through his fingers, Longarm won’t rest until they’re slumbering in a permanent siesta…