The gates of death open!
The bull was big and black and deadly ... 1700 pounds of pure killing machine. One man had already spilled his guts out over those horns ... and his friends wanted revenge.
That didn't matter to Hawk. One thousand dollars did. And that was what the Mexican offered if Hawk could deliver the bull down the long trail to Mexico City. What he didn't know was that someone had posted a contract on the animal, so he faced enemies at both ends of the trail.
But Hawk had a direct answer to anyone who tried to stop him ... it came flaming from the barrel of his gun