It was a one shot kill âŠ
But it wasnât the man Silvertip meant to kill. It was just a kid wearing Bandiniâs cape. And while Silvertip wasnât denying he pulled the trigger, it was Bandini who set the youngster up, sending him out of the saloon to die like a dog. It should have been the back-shooting, throat-cutting Bandini who bled his life away into the dust of that dark alley.
Before the young boyâs corpse was cold, Silvertip made an oath. Heâd track down the kidâs kin. And whatever the youngster was supposed to do, heâd finish the job. Then heâd find Bandini and kill him proper. Though it was a crying shame you couldnât kill a man like Bandini more than once âŠ