One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum danceβ¦
Slocumβs high-tailing it alone to Texasβin hopes that heβll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soulβand rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocumβs 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 Dancerβs grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isnβt worth squat in the harsh Southwestβespecially where moneyβs concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocumβs gotta watch his backβand keep an eye on one fair-weather amigoβ¦