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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