They'd killed five men already, and stole a quarter of a million dollars in silver and gold. Now, a band of vicious thieves has drawn the best man that Wells Fargo can send: the rangy, mysterious Chicago-based Pinkerton agent named Ash Tallman. An operator who works with a pleasure- loving beauty who goes by many names and does her best work in the least amount of clothes, Tallman is heading to Red Rock, Arizona territory. In the shadow of the towering Ricon mountain range, hardcase highwaymen are plotting their next hold-up-and will hurt as many people as they can along the way. Ash and his lady, both going deep undercover, quickly find their way inside the strange, vicious outlaw band, but that's only the beginning. For while the killing goes down in Red Rock, the planning takes place in Tucson. And that's where two outgunned Pinkertons must face an evil all its own...

About the Reader

Scott "Scooter" Fortney — Voice Actor, Writer, Producer—More than 25 years experience.

Scott Fortney is a seasoned voice-over professional who began developing his voice skills at the ripe old age of 7; young Scott would create characters and adlib a storyline, complete with sound effects.

At the age of 16, Scott Fortney began his professional work in the voice-over business in local radio. Scott is highly skilled in digital audio production, character voices and copywriting; in fact, in several of his radio jobs, Scott served as Director of Creative Services. He has written, voiced and produced several award-winning ads.

Excerpt

Five Days To Kill A Man

She scrambled at her clothing, coming up with her derringer. "Vivian!" Tallman shouted as he reached for the small gun she pointed at Traber. He firmly grasped her hand and she moved the gun away. "We need him alive."

Vivian loosened her grip and let Tallman take the derringer. She wanted to encircle him with her arms and cry for two hours, but she bit her lip and held strong.

"Jesus Christ, Viv," Tallman said as he looked down. Her whole body from her knees to her face was criss-crossed with red welts. Catching his eyes, she looked down too. She cradled her breast and examined the two small burns.

"I'm sorry, Viv," Tallman said.

"I'll heal. Just be glad you got here when you did. He was about to get rough."

"Traber," Tallman said as he looked toward the man, and Vivian began to dress. "You better pray you hang. Cause if you don't, I'm going to show you how it can take five days to kill a man."