Publisher's Synopsis
Black iron bars everywhere. Nothing to do, but count the cockroaches on the wall. The chink and rattle of my chains sounding loud in the stillness of the cell with every movement that I make. All this to just keep me from the freedom of the wide open plains beyond the bars of my window. I didn't like rules and I broke them whenever I could. That was why I was here rotting in this Mexican hell hole of a prison.Logan Collins was hell bent and he would be the first one to admit it. Cattle Rustler, Bank Thief, Hired Gun .......... the list went on. One thing he wasn't though was a man that took orders. So when he was ordered to do something against his will by the U.S. Government he did what he always did. He rebelled.
