Lassiter rode up from Lordsburg to Abilene with money on his mind. Texas Jack Chandler—the richest, meanest bastard in the Lone Star State-was on the trail, heading north with a huge herd of cattle, and a fortune in gold. All that stood between Lassiter and the biggest haul of all time was Chandler—and the most vicious rag-tag army of killers ever gathered together in one place.

Wounded, and barely managing to stay one step ahead of a posse, Carmody came up with the perfect cover – acting sheriff of Salter City, a quiet little town in the middle of nowhere. But things didn't stay quiet for very long. A green-eyed blonde named Sally had run away from her kill-crazy husband, one-time Civil War raider Sam Thornton, and straight into the arms of the notorious Eldredge clan, the meanest bunch of sheriff-hating wool hats who ever shot a man in the back. Caught between these two factions was a dangerous place to be ... as Carmody quickly found out!

The Greenwoods made a bad mistake when they threw down on Carmody while he was walking away from a nice quiet bank robbery. They made a worse mistake when they put a rope on Carmody and dragged him. They should have finished the job. They should have killed him and then shot him some more, to make sure. Because Carmody wasn't about to give them another chance. The Greenwoods were the toughest gang of killers in the Indian Territory, but when Carmody started after them they were as good as dead.

Traders in Indian slaves did big business in the New Mexico territory. The Mexicans had been slaving Indians for hundreds of years, and though it was supposed to be against the law, ruthless men were still getting rich on human misery with the help of crooked judges and greedy politicians. The big ranchers wanted cheap labor and slaving was an open secret in the Territory, with the law and the Army looking the other way. Carmody knew it was none of his business. He just wanted to free one Indian family—he owed them his life—and then ride out. But it wasn't that simple. The slavers held all the aces, and thought they could run him out. Carmody showed them how wrong they were.

Trouble was brewing in Canada among the halfbreeds and full-blooded Indians. Led by a fanatic, they were forming a renegade army whose purpose was to destroy whites on both sides of the border.Jim Sundance was the logical choice to infiltrate the band of rebels in order to prevent an insurrection that could only lead to widespread bloodshed.For the first time in his life, he was faced with the necessity of betraying his own people. Even with all he knew to be at stake, Sundance wasn't sure he could do it!

When Lassiter broke out of jail with the Irishman Pierce McCain, the next logical step seemed to be joining McCain's half-breed army in their crazy rebellion. McCain needed guns, and Lassiter agreed to get them—for a price. There would be big money if he succeeded and a swing in a noose if he failed!