The body of a man hung from the rafters The eerie silence bristled the hair on Pat Stevens’ neck. He took an involuntary step backward. It was Dan Stout! But things didn’t add up. The chair upon which Dan had presumably stood did not reach his feet. And Dan’s brother, Red John Stout, only became excited when Pat told him, “You know of course that Dan left everything to his wife.” “Damn it man, you’re lying!” Red John shouted. But Pat knew what he was talking about. And he and his two friends also knew the unconvincing suicide blazed a sinister trail to a six-gun showdown.