A mysterious gang of cutthroats hit the Wells Fargo way-station at the Pueblo River Crossing and stole a valuable cargo before vanishing back into the night. That was bad enough. But among the dead men they left behind them was an old friend of Clay Nash ... and for Clay, Wells Fargo's top operative, that made it personal.
But the stolen shipment had belonged to the Army, so retrieving it and dealing with the outlaws was deemed to be Army business. Clay was told to keep his nose out of it.
Anyone who knew him knew he'd take no notice of that. He felt obligated to settle things with the men who'd murdered his friend, so working freelance, he tracked them right into the heart of Indian Territory to bring justice to that lawless land.
Trouble was, Clay Nash himself was being tracked as well, all the way to a mystery destination known only as Shiloh ...