SUDDEN PLAYS A HAND
Nick Drait was being pushed off his range. His men were being shot at; one of them was bushwhacked fifty yards from the ranch house. He needed a good, capable replacement. When the stranger came to see him, Drait noted the two tied-down Colts, the handles rubbed smooth with use. He hired the man on the spot. The stranger gave his name as Jim Green, and that was enough for Drait. He knew he'd hired himself a handy man when it came to shooting, for he knew Jim Green was. . . Sudden!