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In Las Cruces, the deadliest town this side of hell, gunsmoke hangs thicker than morning fog and the only law that matters is the one nailed up on the marquee: Kill your way on. Die your way off.
Taylor "Oneshot" Smalls ain't the fastest gun in the territory-least not if you ask anyone who ain't heard him tell it. But when a loud-mouthed stranger calls him a liar in front of half the saloon, Oneshot don't reach for his gun. No-he reaches for somethin' worse. A contest.
What follows is a showdown of trick shots, vulture huntin', and one duel so strange folks still argue about how it ended. Some say it was luck. Others say it was the devil himself holdin' his hand.
All I know is this: after that day, Oneshot's name went up on the board at number one. And it's been there ever since.