On a cold, gusty night in Circle City, Alaska, Sammy Day walks into Nagle''s Bar. He is only twenty-two, but he has been on his own for ten years. He has worked cattle from Montana to Chihuahua, but a little "accident" at a poker table in Montana sent him on a forced march to Alaska to avoid a posse. He is down to his last fifty cents.
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