.44

Harland tried everything he knew, but the name-killer-was like a bleeding brand across his chest, and there was nothing he could do to get rid of it, no way to make the others understand the truth. Everywhere he went, they offered to hire him-to punch cows, they said. But then he'd find what they really wanted was his gun-his gun and the reputation that went with it.

Harland would make them change their minds-even if it took his blazing .44 to do it