I never wanted much: just a place of my own and a good woman at night. When I killed a rich man's brother in self-defense, they took all that away from me. Five years in the Yuma Territorial Prison. Five years smashing a sixteen pound hammer into a never-ending rockpile. Five years of beatings and abuse. Five years of hell and hate, but finally I was free. All I wanted now was a horse beneath me, a gun in my hand, and Gil David in my sights. It was do or die, and I take a lot of killin'.
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