Destry blunders into a saloon shout-out which leaves the participants dead or mortally wounded. The dying miner creates a last will and testament bequeathing his jar of gold dust to the most worthy person in the boomtown and, before expiring, names Destry to be his estate's executor. Destry soon discovers he has a lot of new friends and a couple of new, deadly, enemies. Written by
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There's a lot of magic in the word "gold". Men who had never done a day of work in their life would break their backs for it... even die for it. A lot of them did. Then, when the excitement was all over, you sometimes wondered if it had been worth it. 'Course, you couldn't really blame the gold - just depended on how a man handled it. Me? I'd like enough to spend and not enough to get me in trouble, because trouble's a thing I try to stay away from. My name's Destry. I ...