Yancey Bannerman had reached the end of the trail. For years now he had been Governor Dukes’ top Enforcer, fighting outlaws and insurrectionists in every corner of the Lone Star State.
Now he’d had enough.
Governor Dukes had started treating him more like a hired assassin, and it didn’t fit well with Yancey. And when he accidentally shot an innocent man during a shootout—a mistake he made because his nerves were stretched wire-tight—he decided to call it a day.
Suffering from battle fatigue, he rode off into the desert, seeking only peace and quiet and a chance to recover. Instead, he came to a town that was more like a powderkeg, just waiting to blow.
Yancey didn’t know it, but a case of mistaken identity meant that he was the flame that lit the fuse …