1979 edition. Loco was a drifter driven west by the rats in Berman that infested the eastern city where he was born he struck back hard at a world that had knocked him down once too often owning nothing owing nobody he was an outlaw when necessary, a hired gun when the price was right, a free man living by his wits, his fists and his gun Then he stumbled into Gaff’s Crossroads and a range war that was none of his business. Bushwhacked, his horse dead, Loco knew trouble had found him again. Someone was staring down at him from the wrong end of a brand new Winchester. They had him cornered, but when it came to cattle wrestling, no one was going to pin the blame on him.