Longarm 357

So much for happy trails… In the rock-breakers’ town of Happiness, folks call it like they see it. Of course when Longarm shows up near-frostbitten—with a nasty knife wound courtesy of the prisoner he’s lugging—he’d prefer to call it a canker in the devil’s backside. But when he finds two poor bastards swinging, the constable missing, a cryptic note, and hears strange screams in the attic, Longarm’s curious as a cat. And if, in his search, he’s gotta take a mattress dance lesson from the prettiest soiled dove around, well, it’s all in a day’s work. But this gal has a warning: here, nosy men have a way of ending up none too happy…