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"Bank. Land records. Saloon." The storekeeper lowered his voice. "Crowe's people too." Jack took the paper. It showed the road to Ironstone. He folded it. "Does Ironstone have the best gunman around?" The storekeeper hesitated. "It has Caleb Rusk. Nobody draws in front of him." Jack mounted. "Then I'll start with him." Old Bill snorted. Jack rode out of Santa Rosa into the morning. Behind him, the trading post remained quiet. But the story was already running. Faster than horses. Faster than fire. Jack Walker had come alive out of the waste with gold. Titan's bounty men had failed to stop him. The West loved a story like that. It meant blood. It meant new rules were on the road.