By George Wolk
The first the town saw of him, Jeremiah was lying unconscious by the railroad tracks. His expensive boots were dusty, his well-cut clothes were torn, his oiled holster was empty, and the coal-black skin of his forehead was dripping red with his own blood.
The first thing the sheriff did was throw him in jail. Then he tried to keep him there. But it was as hard to keep Jeremiah Painter caged as it was to kill him — and a lot of men would pay for that knowledge with their lives…