HIS NAME WAS TARGETT No first name, just Targett. He was just about the toughest and most ruthless gun you could hire--the fact that he'd stayed alive so long proved that. And he even managed to stay inside the law...usually. The one thing he always did was look out for himself. When Targett stopped in Dodge City, he thought he'd visit with his old friend Sheriff Bat Masterson. He wasn't in town thirty minutes before he found out that Masterson had moved on...and then he was staring into the cold eyes of the new sheriff, Bill Tilghman. Tilghman took one look at Targett and thought one word--trouble. And he was right.