Down on their luck, Duke Benedict and Hank Brazos were forced to take jobs herding cattle up the Chisholm Trail to Abilene. It was no hardship for Brazos—he'd more or less been born in the saddle and was cowboy all the way through. But Benedict ... well, Benedict appreciated the finer things in life.
So on impulse he quit the drive and headed for Abilene by himself, hoping to find himself a high-stakes poker game and a willing woman or two.
What he found instead was a town under siege by the hell-raising Texas cowboys who wanted to let of steam at trail's end and didn't care who got injured along the way.
Many men had worn the marshal's star in Abilene ... and many had failed to bring law and order to the town.
Now it was Duke Benedict's turn.
And plenty of blood would be spilled before the wild men of Texas learned that when Benedict wore a star, he meant business.