Fenimore rode into Hope Springs on a drunken horse and wearing a dead man's poncho. He carried two guns and seven coins: six grimy ones for the six men who'd taken from him and the seventh for the woman he'd loved, who'd sold him out for a future full of dollars. He was looking for work. He found was a feud. He made himself useful.
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