Mart Storm rode into the shadow of death, braced by two gunmen, caught in their crossfire. The order had gone out – “Kill the Storms. Cut then down one by one. Start with Mart. He’s the most dangerous one of them all.”
Mart was through will killing. He wanted no more gunplay. But fate and a beautiful woman decided otherwise. He fled into the kills, covered his tracks, twisted and turned, but death stalked close at his heels.
The Storm family cleaned their guns and stepped into the saddle to bring peace to the hills, riding shoulder to shoulder against the men who manipulated the law and cut a swathe of blood through the cattle country.