A bill written with a colt

A dark-haired stranger walked through the saloon with the supple gait of a panther. Dan Thorpe saw the man in the mirror behind the bar and spun around, startled. He stared wide-eyed at the dark-haired man. “That’s not possible!” he squealed. “It can’t be true! You’re dead!” Mike Rice gave a grim smirk. He shook his head and said, “That’s just what you thought, Dan. Now we’re going to settle the score. You’re first on my list, and the others will be joining you in hell shortly…”