One Hand Luke: Origins
The origins of One Hand LukeLuke crouched in the corner of the building, bullets whizzing past him. It was a trap; he knew it now. The cattle rustlers had lured the US Marshalls to this stinking town and laid a trap. He watched as his commanding officer was shot right between the eyes. He wasn’t yellow or anything, he didn’t have a death wish. He had run to the first bit of cover he could find. He checked his revolver once more, he had a few bullets...