Crummy Cracker When hard livin' bully Cracker Marner finally ran out of luck, dying came easy. A few shots to the chest by a smaller man with a bigger hat. That's all anyone at the saloon remembers about the killer. Then in early spring, another stranger bellies up to the same bar, shoots the barkeep at point blank range and another man... just because neither could "remember." Now the problem is federal-with Marshal Custis Long on the case. There are two places Longarm can look for answers: Cracker's hot-tempered widow and his ma. But the hardest question still isn't who couldrsquo;ve wanted this unpopular man dead, it's who could've wanted him alive...