This is a standard western with curiously overheated elements, including almost supernatural animals, a giant snake among them, and almost superhuman feats of action, including shooting knives out of hands. A deformed outlaw with lightning-fast knife skills has almost a James Bond villain quality.
Poor editing and odd chapter breaks add to the curiosity of the narrative. But there was enough going on that I kept reading, and Farnsworth wrote a number of westerns, although I can't find much else about him.
I got this in a pickup of a stash of westerns and read it quickly.
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