A lot of men would have figured it a bargain to buy the deed to the Pinderlee spread for a single dollar.Clay Hanford knew better.
He knew that the thousands of acres of lush grass-lands in the Fandango Basin were a graveyard for anybody who got it the way of King Morgan and his killer clan.Old man Pinderlee had gotten out while the getting was good-and Hanford was moving back in when the odds were bad.
Morgan had the men,the muscle,the law,and the land all in his ruthless hands.
Hanford had just the scrap of paper in his saddlebag,the guns at his side,and the bullets in his belt.
It didn't add up to a fair fight-but land war never was...