Mayor Monk Malone ran the dirtiest, crookedest, most hands off town in the West and the mean hombres behind him aimed to keep it that way. Booze, dance hall girls, booze, cattle - you name it, they ran it and everything else in Calder.
Then one day The Stranger came to town with a list of names and a brace of heavy, well-notched pistols and every mother's son knew he had to deal death or feel hot lead.
Horrendously pulpy, cliched, corny and typed. I loved it. A lot of fun, a quick read, and a nice portrait of a certain type of novel. That being said, I got mine for .50 at a library used book sale, so...