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The badge is on the desk, the keys are gone, and the cells won't stay empty long.

A dead prospector's map says the vein is real. So does the man who killed him for it.

Whiskey barrels up front, something a lot more valuable bricked into the wall below.

The strongbox is on board, the marshal is two cars back, and the bridge is out ahead.

The whole town against the clock. No posse has ever ridden out of this one in time.