The blazing .45 spat death, but to Marshall Mustang it meant life. TOUGH CRITTERS. Marshall Mustang had come home, but they didn't want him there. Everywhere he went, he got the same sullen stares- looks that spoke of death. Soon Marshall Mustang found out more than he should have about some very peculiar deaths and now he was facing Mike Gallo's wickedly gleaming knife, when suddenly a Colt thundered deafeningly and two hombres dropped...