It was called Mule Canyon, and it was one of those gold-boom towns in Colorado where men gathered quickly to make a fast fortune, and left just as suddenly. It drew all sorts—the greedy, the adventurous, the lawless—and Sam Calhoun.
Calhoun was tough; he had lived his life through his gun, on the right side of the law. Now he figured it was time to make something of himself, and he figured Mule Canyon to be a good place to settle permanently.
Only a bunch of road agents saw it differently. They were stealing half of the outgoing shipments of ore and doing a good job of destroying the town. Sam Calhoun reckoned he had a stake in their not succeeding.