RIDE THE BAD WATER TO HELL
had come to the Arizona outpost of Yuma on the bug-infested banks of
the Colorado, to find out who was stealing money from an upriver mining
company called Mina del Agua Mala. But from the moment a saloon girl
came running naked into the dusty street, and a love crazed Indian was
driven off with a shotgun, Mandell knew this was not going to be any
ordinary case. Between him and the Mina del Agua Mala was a hard, muddy
stretch of swirling Colorado and a boat ride on the leaky Bad Water.
On board was a motley collection of misfits, hard cases, whores, and
pretenders. Throw in a barrel of gold, a killer on the run, and some
missing postal orders, and the Bad Water would quickly become an excellent
place to die.