It was 9 o'clock and the block long collection of frame buildings called Tamerack was dark now, except for its two saloons, the Sheriff's office, and the Regal Hotel. Across the street from the hotel, a man waited. He was leaning against the side of the building, hidden in darkness. A two gun man, with the tips of his holsters tied to his thighs. He was a killer, and was currently spinning the cylinder of a horn handled Colt '45 once again, checking it carefully, waiting for his target...