Publisher's Synopsis
Ranching on the Apacheria for near on 20 years, Shoe was just trying to make ends meet. Thing is, living south of the Gadsden line was poor for a man's health. Nor was that likely to change before his gray years had expired. There was silver in the Dragoons and copper in the Mules, and if folks were told there was a dollar to be made mining brimstone, they'd surely come running. After 30 years spent in isolation, the railroad had come through just as folks started pulling money out of the mountains. Arizona was finally on the rise. Overnight, fortune-seekers of all sorts flooded into the territory. On came a plague of rustlers, outlaws, and gunslingers from Texas and New Mexico, successful miners and saloonmen from California, and professional gamblers from San Francisco, Leadville, and Dodge City. Add to that volatile mix the imposing shadow cast by Geronimo and his renegade Apache and it's likely the wildest the West ever got. Reckon ol' Shoe never had a chance.
