He swept down from the north like a cold blast from hell. His name was
Red Pierre and he was riding a vengeance trail.
They said the man he hunted couldn't be beat. But six years of riding
outlaw with a wolf-pack left him with a burning hate and a taste for
blood.
Now he was going to get the man who shot his father. But he'd need more
than hate and a gun. What he really needed was the help of a good woman.