Gunsmoke for McAllister

The sheriff was a violent, crooked man. He traded - in death, and always showed a profit. His mine in the Arizona hills was a kind of hell on earth, guarded by hard­bitten desperadoes. All around lurked the deadly Apache, as lethal and quick to strike as rattlers. Somewhere in the mine was McAllister''s friend. He had to be busted loose before it was too late. McAllister, armed with his gun and hi...