Adventurer Neal Fargo went up to the Dakotas to buy horses for the army. This was 1918, but the country out there was still nearly as wild as in the old days. Holed up in the Badlands, the closest thing to hell on earth, were the meanest bunch of deserters, rustlers and killers in the West. This was what Fargo had to face to get his string of horses back to the Army. So he loaded his .38 Officer's Model Colt with hollow-point bullets and set out to give it a try.