For Gage Jameson, the summer of 1873 has been a poor hunt. A year ago he felled sixty-two buffalo in one stand, but now the great Arkansas River herd is gone, like the Republican herd before it.In Dodge City, old hide hunters speak is awe of a last great heard to the south—but no hunter who values his scalp dares ride south of the Cimarron and into Comanche territory. None but Gage Jameson....