"Just Tracker, ma'am."
It took just one hard-drinking, high-rolling poker game to make Tracker the owner of one of the fanciest hotels in San Francisco. With his buddy Duke Farrell, one of the West's slickest con men, Tracker took off to see his new merchandise. Tracker barely had time to get used to San Francisco's city ways before he was caught up in a boxing match, a couple of gunfights, too many fistfights, and more pretty women then even he could keep track of. But then, Tracker was always good with his hands.
