He was a silent man. He wore two guns tied low, the butts worn as smooth as the leather they nestled in. He was a tall, capable man heading into Arizona badlands, moving towards trouble. He was James Green, gunfighter, killer, murderer a man with the kind of reputation that made men flinch when his eyes met theirs, that stilled hands on their way to holstered Colts. He was an outlaw, heading for a deadly double agent's game in an outpost of hell itself. The legendary gunfighter and bestselling series is back. Sudden the marshal of Lawless 'Being Marshal of Lawless is plain suicide.' That's what they told the young fellow who applied for the job. They figured that anyone who had hacked his horse, his saddle and his guns to get money for liquor, was not the kind of man who could hold down one of the toughest towns in the West. But then the young stranger redeemed his guns and strapped them on. Lawless looked again. 'Gentlemen, hush.' said one inhabitant. 'A man has come to town.' The legendary gunfighter and bestselling series is back.