One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum danceโฆ
Slocumโs high-tailing it alone to Texasโin hopes that heโll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soulโand rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocumโs got himself a new traveling compadre who calls himself Dancer...
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When a fella saves someone from certain death, he expects some gratitude: a round of drinks, a steak dinner, even just a pat on the back. But even though Dancerโs grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isnโt worth squat in the harsh Southwestโespecially where moneyโs concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocumโs gotta watch his backโand keep an eye on one fair-weather amigoโฆ