EpilogueBut what of the legendary gunfighter, McGurk? How could the
spirit of any man survive that terrible defeat at the hands of Red
Pierre?
After that night, when he had walked from the dark heart of the
mountain without horse or g*n, head bowed, eyes glazed, it seemed
that the life of Bob McGurk had burned down to black ash.
Indeed, no one heard of him for five long years. Then,
phoenix-like, he was reborn in fire, emerging in the raw border
country of Texas. His rebirth was spectacular. No longer the lone
phantom fighter of past days, he led a g**g of coldhearted thieves
and killers that became the scourge of the Rio Grande.
But McGurk never returned to the mountain-desert country of his
shame and defeat. And only he knew that the face of Red Pierre
never left him; it bla
