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He stepped out of the shadows, a tall man with a gun on his hip and death in his eyes. 'I am Matthew Gunn. Some call me Azul.'
He drew as he spoke, triggering the Colt in a violent explosion of sound that blew the Mexican backwards off his feet, twisting him around so that he hit the sand face down. Dead.
He was part-white, part-Apache, all killer. Around the border country they came to know him as Breed, and they feared the name, for it spelled violent death.

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