Action for Men story illustration, July 1973
“You must be in a pretty big hurry,” McCord called to the girl. “You’ve forgotten to dress…”
A tantalizing, honey-lush blonde hellion, she fled from her motel shower into the arms of Wes McCord, bringing promises of passion and of a fortune in stolen loot. Then, with one flick of her petal-soft hips, she dragged him through a nightmare maze of speedboats, fists and kill-crazy hoods in a corpse-studded manhunt and treasure search that seared Florida’s Gulf Coast far worse than any tropic sun…
Straight out of 1968, baby!
Leora Gave A Man Heaven — And Hell
The widows of a murdered gambler search for the killer and the loot!
That actually sounds like it could be a good story. I would watch that movie, anyway.
“They touched the raw Vegas nerve with the wildest heist in history! And they challenged the syndicate boys in their own backyard!”
“To know her was to burn and be burned… But when you are dealing with drug trafficers… You must keep cool… And alive”
Too countryfied for the city, too cityfied for the country, Arky had to run the syndicate, or get out. Either way, he played for the biggest stake of all — his own life.