Taggart was an outcast hated by his enemies and feared by all others. Now the twelve S.O.B.s who has left him swinging from a rope were the only reason he had for living. Together with his renegade warriors, he’d have his revenge. One by one, he’d hunt the yellow-bellies down. One by one, he’d make them wish they’d never drawn a breath. One by one he’d leave their bones scorching under a brutal desert sun.
