After a band of bushwhackers tried to string him up, it seemed that everyone in the Arizona Territory was out for Clay Taggart's scalp. Taggart could handle the wealthy S.O.B. who paid to see him swing and the ruthless backshooters he hired; he could even dodge the bluecoats who were ordered to gun him down. It wasn't until the leader of the Apache warriors who had saved him turned against Clay that he feared for his life. But the White Apache wasn't about to let anyone send him to Boot Hill.