Slocum #295

About Slocum #295

One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum dance…

Slocum’s high-tailing it alone to Texas—in hopes that he’ll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soul—and rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocum’s got himself a new traveling compadre who calls himself Dancer…
 
When a fella saves someone from certain death, he expects some gratitude: a round of drinks, a steak dinner, even just a pat on the back. But even though Dancer’s grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isn’t worth squat in the harsh Southwest—especially where money’s concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocum’s gotta watch his back—and keep an eye on one fair-weather amigo…