The band of rustlers that hung out in Dragoon Pass laughed at lawmen and their clumsy posses. All the rich ranches in the valley below were theirs for the raiding, including the one Ben McCracken ramrodded. But Ben was different from the usual run of cowmen—he knew all the owlhoot tricks just as well as they did— and maybe better. So when the longriders turned one of Ben’s law traps into a shambles of gun-thunder and powdersmoke, Ben realized that now he’d have to pull out all the stops and show them what blazing fury could really be like.