Publisher's Synopsis
Instead of a barrel, the pistols had twin prongs like a tuning fork. The space between the prongs was a maw of triangular metal fangs. When Blackwolf cocked the hammers, red and blue lightning danced from tip of fang to tip of fang. Robbie smiled.
Stuck in a desert on a planet at the edge of Galactic Federation territory, Roberto Maria Ernesto Blackwolf is trying to run from his past and the G[ 1,000,000 bounty that came of it. The only thing Blackwolf cares about is finding a pilot bot to fly him and his ship out of the sand-choked atmosphere, but all that changes when the bot he finds turns out to be more blood than steel.
