ROSS CHANCE had traveled a long way to get to this spot-across a thousand miles of bleak range and five years of galling pride and bitter loneliness.
In those years his land had been taken and his father killed.
He had no evidence nothing that would stand up in a court of law.
But the gun in his hand was judge and jury.
This land was his, and he would hold it...
law or no law.
"Rough, tough and packcrammed with action."
-Hoofs and Horns