Carmody rode into the Sangre de Cristo hills looking for a girl. The girl was worth $10,000 if he could get her away from the Garrison bunch, the meanest killers in the whole southwest. Carmody knew what the Garrison bunch would do to him if he failed. That didn't bother him. What bothered him was the fat man who hired him and the girl he was supposed to rescue. There was something about then that wasn't right. But for $10,000 he was willing to live with it. Or maybe die for it.