Texas was hard territory, a giant state with a Mafia operation to match. But Mack Bolan would handle it one number at a time. In order of appearance. A single man against well-armed killers. It was a hell of a way to live. . . or die. The word had come to the Executioner that mobsters were moving in on the tremendously lucrative oil fields. Klingmans Wells, among the most profitable in the midlands, was the first to go out of business. The daughter of the owner had disappeared, too, and Klingman himself was in seclusion in his Dallas apartment. No one knew why. Bolan would have to find out. And that was only the beginning.