SIRS: I HEREBY RESIGN MY COMMISSION IN THE UNITED STATES ARMY. I AM ENLISTING IN A WAR OF MY OWN.VERY TRULY YOURS, MARK DORNE, MAJOR, SEVENTH CAVALRY, U.S. ARMY Mark Dorne was an ordinary man—until he came home and found his father murdered by mining company goons.Bill Sharon, the big boss of the territory, had done this to him. And to others. Sharon owned everything in the state: water, power, timber—and, of course, the law.Somebody had to get rid of Sharon and his gang, bring true law and order to the West. And Dorne swore he would do it.Dynamite was his weapon. With the deadly sticks adorning his vest, with his blazing guns and incredible cunning, Dorne became an avenging legend within weeks. They called him "e;the Major,"e; and there was a price of $25,000 on his head. But Dorne could not be caught. He was invisible, a shadow, a one-man vigilante force, sworn to destroy evil and bring hope to a ravaged land.

The railroad was carving its empire in blood—and the settlers were in its way.Behind polished offices and promises of progress lurked men as ruthless as any outlaw gang. They named their price, and when honest families refused to pay, they sent killers in the night to make examples of them. Homes burned. Graves filled. And no law dared stand against them.But they made one mistake.They didn't reckon on Mark Dorne.A man who rode alone. A man who answered to no badge and no boss. A man with a long memory and a quicker gun.The railroad had bought itself an army.Dorne was about to show them what one relentless man could do.

SIRS: I HEREBY RESIGN MY COMMISSION IN THE UNITED STATES ARMY. I AM ENLISTING IN A WAR OF MY OWN.VERY TRULY YOURS, MARK DORNE, MAJOR, SEVENTH CAVALRY, U.S. ARMY Mark Dorne was an ordinary man—until he came home and found his father murdered by mining company goons.Bill Sharon, the big boss of the territory, had done this to him. And to others. Sharon owned everything in the state: water, power, timber—and, of course, the law.Somebody had to get rid of Sharon and his gang, bring true law and order to the West. And Dorne swore he would do it.Dynamite was his weapon. With the deadly sticks adorning his vest, with his blazing guns and incredible cunning, Dorne became an avenging legend within weeks. They called him "e;the Major,"e; and there was a price of $25,000 on his head. But Dorne could not be caught. He was invisible, a shadow, a one-man vigilante force, sworn to destroy evil and bring hope to a ravaged land.

The railroad was carving its empire in blood—and the settlers were in its way.Behind polished offices and promises of progress lurked men as ruthless as any outlaw gang. They named their price, and when honest families refused to pay, they sent killers in the night to make examples of them. Homes burned. Graves filled. And no law dared stand against them.But they made one mistake.They didn't reckon on Mark Dorne.A man who rode alone. A man who answered to no badge and no boss. A man with a long memory and a quicker gun.The railroad had bought itself an army.Dorne was about to show them what one relentless man could do.