His name was Jim Silver, but they called him Silvertip. Jim Silver, the man with tufts of silver hair over each temple, the man who sometimes looked like a horned devil in the moonlight, hungered for action as most men hunger for food.
And he found plenty when bank robber Jim Lovell sought his protection because, unknown to Silvertip, Lovell was packing a half-million dollars in stolen cash along with his Winchester. And the men hed double-crossed had shot their way out of jail and were riding hard on the trail of their desperate partner, ready for the bloodiest shootout the West had ever seen!
