His name was Jim Silver, but they called him Silvertip. His only companions were his stallion, Parade, and a wolf, Frosty, who obeyed nothing but the wild instincts of his breed and the soft commands of his master. Together they were part of the legend of the West.
Silvertip was a man who hungered for action the way most men hungered for food. And he found plenty when bank robber Jim Lovell sought his protection. Because, unknown to Silvertip, Lovell was packing a half-million dollars in stolen cash along with his Winchester. And the men he’d double-crossed had shot their way out of jail and were riding hard on the trail of their desperate partner.
