It was an open secret around Dead Man's Gulch that the Roanoke stage line was short of just about everything except trouble—they needed rollin' stock, money and men. That was why Montana's old friend Blackie Thompson hired on. To Blackie, the challenge of running the line was like the smell of battle to a war horse. But Blackie didn't get very far. Riding into the town of Wildcat, Montana found the smoking remains of a stagecoach—and the body of Blackie Thompson ...