Responsible for the upkeep of law and order throughout the whole of Montana territory, the Second Cavalry had its meager forces stretched to the limit. The Sioux were riding north and raiding Crow camps near Rosebud Creek. Over the border the British needed horses for their new mounted police force and were offering $100 a bronc, an incentive for any two-bit rustler who could handle a rope and didn't mind how many folks he shot up, red or white. Worse, hard cases learned there was a large consignment of Army pay, poorly guarded at Fort Shaw.

It was into this powder keg that a tall mysterious frontiersman strode. The man had the bearing of someone who had made a name for himself a long, long time ago. And indeed he had. For this was old Shatterhand. A brand new challenge awaited one of the most famous characters in the whole of western literature.