Passin' Through
By Louis L'Amour

      "He topped the high ridge on a wild blue roan with a skull and crossbones brand.  He was a drifter, reckless and hard, a man without fear and without a name.  Some just called him Passin' -- Mister Passin' if they were smart.

      The Colorado high country he rode was breathtaking, but all he had on his mind was vengeance.  For the night wind stung his neck where the rope burns were still raw.  Some good citizens from the last town left him twisting slowly from an unjust noose.  They made a big mistake when they didn't finish the job because he escaped and now there would be hell to pay before Passin' was through."

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