They said Lorn Chambers packed death in his black holsters. But Chambers was a relic from the past, the last of the great gunfighters. All the others were dead or had hung up their guns, trying to change with the times. Chambers turned his back on the future and rode off into the western wasteland, looking for what was left of the past. What he found was some vicious killers from his own past. They had robbed and murdered his parents years before and planned to kill Chambers before he could kill them. 

Warning: Reading a Van Holt western may make you want to get on a horse and hunt some bad guys down in the Old West. Of course, the easiest and most enjoyable way to do it is vicariously—by reading another Van Holt western. 
Van Holt writes westerns the way they were meant to be written. 

The long trail means death in the Old West. But it’s a long and dangerous trail that Ben Russell must follow in his search for the men who murdered his father. Then it’s that other long trail for the killers when they go down before his blazing gun—the long trail to hell. 
Van Holt’s hellbound gunslingers always send the bad guys where they belong. It just isn’t safe for them anywhere in the Old West anymore. 

Of course, the gunsters and punksters of our own time will feel a lot safer when the government disarms their victims and those who might be able to protect them if they weren’t afraid they would get in more trouble than the perpetrators.