He had a federal warrant for a man who had committed an unknown crime. So McAllister set out to do what he was hired for.
Well, he tried but the tables were turned on him: his horses were stolen, a confrontation with the Apache and became involved in a revolution of unprecedented ferocity.
McAllister hated to be mystified even more than he hated to be suckered and he had a sneaking suspicion that he was being suckered. 'All I want is my horses and to ride back into good old Texas, eat a good meal and sink a bottle of whiskey.'
But before that, McAllister needed every ounce of courage and his gun skills when he found himself staring into the eyeless sockets of death.