Blizzard Pass

A Spur Award-winning Author At a lonely ghost-town called Thirty Mile, a bitter winter was pressing. The last stage had just checked into the stagepost when the door opened and let in some raw cold and a band of hard men. They were looking for a stolen cache of greenbacks, and they had already robbed and killed to get it. One of the murderers seemed to care about protecting the pretty young widow with the sharp tongue. But with his brother also gunslinging for the outlaw band, it was a hard choice to make.