Smoke Jensen—A One Man Judge and Jury



They struck in a pack, in the dead of night. They had crept in like thieves, like the cowards they were . . . but it wasn't robbery they had in mind.



It Was Something Much Darker . . .



Smoke Jensen was buying cattle a hundred miles away from his Colorado ranch when he got the news. Drawing two horses from the remuda, he saddled up, rode off . . . and didn't stop until he reached his wife's side. She had been shot three times, and lay close to death.



Smoke Jensen knew the outlaws had come to kill him. He wouldn't give them a second chance. He was going after them.



And He Wasn't Taking Any Prisoners . . .

Contains mature themes.