The tall, lanky man turned in his saddle for a last brief survey of the canyon. Dust fumed out of the canyon?s entrance and the running beat of hoofs told the first-time fugitive that Ellery Osborn?s posse would soon break into view.
He checked his surroundings; there was no break along the plains. This was it?there was nowhere to run. Suddenly, he nudged his horse?s flanks with steel and made the leap?
The tables have turned on Linus Sutton, ranch detective with the O.K. Detective agency.
He?d gone from hunter to hunted.
Fleeing a posse, Sutton boarded a riverboat loaded with some of most treacherous men the West had to offer.
Hands would be dealt in this desperate game?and Sutton just may have been dealt?
?a Dead Man?s Hand