Riding north from Sonora to hire out his gun, Carmody didn't quite know what the trouble was about—and didn't give a damn. The money was good and it looked like it was going to be a nice dirty old-fashioned range war. That's what Carmody thought, but that was before he saved the runty kid's life. After that things began to get complicated—and murderous. Tex McCarty was the little killer's name, and he was a whole mess of trouble in one small man. He brought death to everything he touched, and the more Carmody thought about it, the more he knew there was only one cure for a man like that.