Stretching across the wild western frontier, the railroad needs
guardians like Wells Fargo detective Wolf Stockburn. Known as the Wolf
of the Rails, the steely Scotsman is as cold and hard as the tracks he
rides--and those too foolish to fear him will soon lie dead at his feet
. . .
THEY CAN RUN, BUT THEY CAN'T HIDE . . .
When train robbers hit the Boot Hill Express--so called because of all
the people riding it who have ended up dead--with a head full of steam,
Wolf Stockburn makes quick work of them. But the gun smoke has barely
cleared when a second gang attacks, catching Stockburn by surprise. In
a hail of hot lead he falls from the train and the thieves kill two
guards and make off with the cattle the train was hauling.
Now it's a matter of honor and payback as he trails the outlaws--his
only clue a hoof print showing a faint star shape. Dodging a deadly
bushwhacker, Stockburn, hell-on-wheels angry, teams up with a beautiful
half-Comanche hellcat and follow a twisted trail of bullet-ridden
corpses to a final reckoning in a Mexican ghost town--where bad men end
up dead . . . on the wrong side of the tracks.