A black-hearted woman makes Slocum see red…
In the shadows of the Grand Tetons, Jackson Hole is no place to spend a winter. But, it’s where Slocum hoofs it after getting a desperate letter from his friend Hovis Benton. A swamper at the Silvertip Saloon, Benton appears to have gotten himself in some hot water.
A hangout for trail tramps and glitter gals, the Silvertip is owned by the beautiful—and deadly—Gloria Vespa. She and her bunch of cutthroats are responsible for more missing men than a whiteout—including Benton. What could make such a heavenly looking woman so sinful? It doesn’t take Slocum long to find out. Indian gold. In them thar hills…
