Arizona Territory had to earn its star on the banner if it was ever to become a fully-fledged state—and that meant cleaning up its own back yard, a nowhere place at the frontier's edge that provided a refuge attracting no-goods from all over the country. It was a politician that had the idea of hiring a no-conscience killing machine to do the job. And Jonathan Grimm fitted the bill—a bounty hunter so ruthless in dispensing death the newspapers had tagged him the Reaper—the Grim Reaper.