A Classic Western Adventure: Wild Bill Hawkins: Lone Star Ranger: A Western
Chimp Robertson

The man standing over them took a step back when the bartender leveled a sawed-off shotgun at him. The tall, broad-shouldered cowboy picked up his hat and dusted it off on the leg of his trousers, then stepped through the swinging doors and disappeared into the crowd.
“Who was that old man?” Bert said.
“W.B. Hawkins,” Henry said.
“Never heard of him,” Bert said.
“You never heard of Wild Bill Hawkins?” Henry said.
“That was Wild Bill?” Bert said, glancing around the room. “I heard he retired from the Rangers, so what the hell’s he doin’ in Arizona?”
“Someone killed his family, burned his place down, and stole all his livestock so he’s after ‘em,” Henry said.
“That’s the first time I ever saw someone whip three men at the same time and none of ‘em even get in a punch,” Bert said.
“Yeah, well,” Henry said. “From what I hear, he’s faster with his guns than he is with his fists.”
“Then I’d hate to be in the bunch he’s after,” Bert said, as he headed for the door.
It didn’t pay to rile Wild Bill Hawkins, especially now, being almost consumed by guilt from not being at home when the outlaws struck. He wanted revenge…