When Clay Nash rode into Socorro he found a town in fear. The local lawman had been shot dead and two rival trail crews, each one just about as tough as tacks, were coming in to paint the town red. To make matters worse, a proddy gunfighter named Considine was around, and because he was known to get mean when drunk, he might just be the flame that touched off an already explosive situationA wise man would have taken the next stage out of Socorro, but not Clay Nash. Instead, he pinned on the star and told all the troublemakers they had till sundown to leave town.Clay felt an obligation to Socorro, see ... because he was the one who'd killed their marshal to begin with!