Quinlan's Law

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The endless summer of 1879 baked the soul out of Kansas-and out of every man riding it.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Across the wind-scoured plains of eastern Kansas the sun bleached the color from everything it touched. Quinlan Barrett figured he'd seen his share of killing. After a scrape with rustlers he was ready to hang up his guns and start fresh. Falling under the spell of Consuela Pinder wasn't part of the plan.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Then Consuela was taken-stolen by Macrae a madman with a taste for cruelty and a gang trafficking women across the border into old Mexico.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Quin has worn a badge in every corner of the frontier: Deputy U.S. Marshal in Indian Territory railroad detective on the KATY livestock inspector in the Kansas City stockyards. These days that badge rides deep in his pocket. But when the trail runs red it's not duty that calls him back-it's a promise he intends to keep.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>With the scout Kiowa Smith the Exoduster Zeke Fontenot and a few hardened veterans of the Cherokee Brigade Quinlan Barrett saddles up once more. Because there's killing to be done-and a woman to bring home.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Some promises can only be kept in blood.</em></p><p></p>