Publisher's Synopsis
"How come?" drawled Jordan, and the heart of Lew Hervey sank. This was certainly not the voice of a man liable to panic. "You and me got a bad time coming, Jordan, when we get to the ranch. He's there, and he's a devil for a fight!" "Who?" "Him! You remember that fight you got into in that saloon up in Wyoming? That night you and me was at the cross-roads saloon and you got off your feed with red-eye?" The figure on the seat of the buckboard grew taller.