Clay Spain was tough as all the trails he had ridden, ruthless as the frontier he roamed, intimate with death more than once. And he was a loner. Then he rode into Apache Basin, the torn and bloody range, straddled by violence, trampled by a cattle king hungry for power. It was none of Clay Spain's business. Until a girl's angry challenge got under his hide. Then Clay Spain rode out, armed with his gun and his careless courage, to dispense justice.