It started out with four drunken gunslingers raising the devil in a local saloon. Jeremy Six, marshal of Spanish Flat, knew it was going to be tough enough to silence that bunch.
But Spanish Flat was in for more than just that little ruckus that night. The tough little crossroads town was in for a blizzard that would make the roads impassable, that would drive the temperature down to zero and the frustrated anger of its frontier toughs boiling.
And then would come the refugees from the storm—the chilly-eyed killer riding in from the outlaw trail and the two-legged wolves from their rangeland hideouts.
They'd all be playing hell in Spanish Flat. And if there was to be a town still standing there tomorrow, it would be up to Jeremy to survive ... the night it rained bullets!