Two legendary hired guns end up on the opposite sides of a range war, and soon realize all isn't what it seems to be, in Kirk Hamilton's The Assassins.
One gun-hand comes to visit an old friend, the other gunslick is working for a hot-headed neighbor rancher who inherited the ranch from her father. Both are fighting over a piece of land for what turns out to be curious reasons, once the two men are able to compare notes.
Hamilton was actually Keith Hetherington, a crazily prolific Australian author with a fistful of pseudonyms and a couple of long-running western series.
This is a standalone novel that cracks along at a bruising pace and hits all the right beats, while throwing in a surprise or two.
I have finally been able to grab onto a batch of Cleveland Westerns and am pledging to work through the slender volumes steadily. So far, so good.
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