The owlhoots and drygulchers of the old Texas border know the name of Jim Hatfield very well. Mere mention of this tough, two-fisted undercover man of the Texas Rangers is enough to send fear into those who plot evil out into the wide-open west. His nerve is iron hard; his draw is a blur of motion. The sight of him riding into town on his great sorrel horse, Goldy, has meant the beginning of the end of many a career of lawlessness ...
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