"The stranger rode slowly, like he'd been riding for a thousand miles. To my eyes, it seemed he just appeared from nothing, a sudden outline against the July afternoon sky. Old Jumper raised up from his sandy spot off the end of the porch and growled deep. It was my sixteenth birthday. We'd just finished having pound cake, something we only had on special occasions." Wilhelmina was about to meet a real live gunfighter -a bounty hunter with a deadly reputation. As it turns out, it is also her grandfather -and he is bringing her a very special gift...