Death Express

All work and no play makes the Gunsmith a dull boy. So Clint gladly accepts a ticket for a party train from Chicago to Denver, agreeing to share a luxury cabin with a beautiful brunette. But rubbing elbows and swapping lies with the rich and famous has its drawbacks… especially when some of the passengers are low-down, back-shooting vermin. The deluxe train has attracted more thieves than a cow pie draws flies. Clint and a pretty lady-Pinkerton are the closest thing to the law riding the train, and someone’s out to punch both their tickets.