Dr. Jack is in a heap of trouble. He awakens one sparkling Southwestern morning to discover that his wife has been bludgeoned to death in bed, and he has only the flimsiest recollection of how it happened. Without a trial, he is summarily convicted by small-town mores and yellow journalism. But there is a knight in Harvard armor waiting on the prairie. Folks round those parts don't much cotton to the young lawyer because he's named Tony Petrocelli, and he defends the town drunk and talks back to officers of the law. But maybe. Dr. Jack figures, a young sharpshooter...
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