In the dry Wyoming summer of 1887, grass and water were in short supply and men, pistols drawn, were ready to fight and die for what little the valley had left to offer. But wet or dry, hot or cold, there was always payday Saturday night on which to let off steam and maybe settle a few old scores. Into this volatile landscape rode a tired ex lawman on a big pinto horse. There was thunder in John Dancer's past and lightening in his gunhand and when he once again pinned on his badge, every hand seemed turned against him. However, he was not alone, for Helen Bishop saw her future beside the tired lawman....