An unfaithful woman… and a native houseboy
The town was tough, like its men — only Buchman could be tougher
A Beautiful Widow Cried “Murder”
“Yeah, I’m Chester Drum, the guy who takes murder for breakfast.”
Murder drove through our town — at hell’s own pace!
He almost had them — the gold and the girl — then murder staked a claim
He was too tough to die — until a woman softened him up
He could pick a lock as easily as he could steal another man’s girl
Behind a helpless man and girl his gun terrorized the town
Here comes Chet Drum, the eye of a guy who eats killers for breakfast — garnished with gorgeous dames!