Longarm faces four femme fatales…

Down West Texas way, a girl gang of gorgeous grim reapers has been leaving a bloody trail of bullet-riddled corpses. They call themselves the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse, and they like to let men whimper a while before they blast them to kingdom come. The Santa Clara town council would like nothing better than to string up the quartet of killers, but someone has to bring them in first.

That someone would be Deputy U.S. Marshal Custis Long.

But these bodacious banshees have plans for the lawman—and they don’t include going quietly. Stripped of his defenses, Longarm figures if four wild women are going to try to take him out, he’d rather go with a bang…