The Gunsmith never forgot a debt to a friend. So when Clint got word his old buddy Jack had gone to his maker, he was on the next train to Chicago. Jack had saved his hide plenty of times over the years, so Clint figured the least he could do was pay his respects.
But when Clint gets to the funeral home, he finds a stranger lying in the casket. So who's the dead man? Where is the real Jack? And who's following Clint all over town? Now it's up to the Gunsmith to smoke out a crafty killer, and to do it he makes himself the prime target. The Gunsmith has to draw the first bead...or the next funeral he attends will be his own...
