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PROLOGUE

The Mexican church once known as Santa Thomas was in ruins. Gutted by fire, walls and roof collapsed, the fallen bell from the steeple lay on the bloody ground of the poor village.

The Men Who Walked Like Wolves had blasphemously changed the church’s name to Santa Sangre—Saint Blood—and hell had come.

Now those werewolves were gone from the earth.

Three outlaw gunfighters who became The Guns of Santa Sangre forged the church silver into bullets for their pistols. In one violent night, they used those silver bullets to kill The Men Who Walked Like Wolves—every last one. Or so they thought.

Now all the silver was gone, save for one silver bullet the heroic three took with them when they left.

That silver belonged to the church, which lost its treasure but reclaimed its true name.

One single round, less than an ounce of silver, was a small price to pay for salvation.

Let The Guns of Santa Sangre keep the one silver bullet.

Perhaps they might need it.