Larry McCall inched his way up to the lighted window. Inside, outlaw Ross Doyle talked excitedly with his henchmen. Suddenly he slammed his fist on the table. <P> "That damned polecat's escaped again?" He pushed his chair from the table and headed for the door. «Come on, fellas, we got to move fast!» <P> Larry faded into the darkness outside. The hunt for him was on…
