From publisher blurb: “They say I killed six or seven men for snoring. It ain’t true. I only killed one man for snoring.” -John Wesley Hardin The sun, directly overhead, cast no shadows across the barren street, as the two figures face each other. One is dirty, covered in sweat & grime. The other is clean with a gleaming gold star on his chest. It's finally come down to this. Eyes narrow. A hand twitches. A shot rings out. A man falls. This is your chance to put on your hat, whether it's black or white, & mount up as we explore the wild frontier. Yee Haw!