The man who forgot that law in the Strip country ended up in Hell's Half Acre, burying place for those who shot second. At the Devil's Graveyard, they were burying Tod Ballard of the Wagon Wheel. Ballard's saddle pards stood by the grave with their hands on their six-shooters, geared for war. A way back there were cowmen from the Tabors' Rafter T, one of whom had shot Ballard for rustling, and they too carried lethal hardware.
To keep peace between the two groups --- at least until after the dead man had been lowered to his resting place in Boothill --- there was only Gospel Cummings, sky pilot and trigger artist. And it took some fast shooting as well as some fast thinking to accomplish this. Another Gospel Cummings story, which means it is guaranteed to pack almost as powerful a wallop as the fists and shooting irons of the lusty man who is its hero. Gospel Cummings, Boothill custodian, knew every word in the Good Book -- but anyone who crossed him played a loser's game with his deadly .45.
Then the fastest gunhand in Arizona rustled cattle from Gospel's best friend. When he loaded his Colt this time, Gospel knew the next tombstone in Hell's Half Acre might be his own...