The old-timers didn't believe anything could get the Gunsmith out of the saddle to travel the grueling trail from Santa Fe to Denver in a medicine wagon. But Kitty Taylor had enough curves to make a dead man sit up and whistle, and more fire than hundred-proof whiskey. She soon had him getting fat on home cookin' and pitching snake oil to ignorant farmers. Suddenly, Clint Adams was facing the thing he feared more than a rattlesnake in his drawers-MARRIAGE But revenge-minded hombres from Texas to Canada won't let the former lawman rest easy after spending a lifetime killing. They reckon that maybe the Gunsmith might be a little slow on the draw with a belly full of rhubarb pie. But even a woman with a powerful hunger for a ring on her finger knows marriage ain't worth much if you're a bride one day and a widow the next...