You’d think Kincaid would be pleased. At the very least, content. On the perilous slopes of Colorado’s Front Range, he caught up with the men who held evidence that could've sent his bride-to-be to prison. In the process of obtaining and destroying that evidence, however, there was a bloody shootout, and in that shootout he killed a federal judge. It doesn’t matter that the magistrate was as rotten as last year’s apples. A member of his gang survived the gunfight and—sure as shootin’—is on his way to gather a posse, put out the call for bounty hunters, and see to it that Kincaid hangs. Meanwhile, Kincaid’s new guide, trapper Jubal Anson, brings along troubles of his own. He’s in debt to a mining magnate who’s sent a vicious outfit to collect what’s due . . . in cash or in flesh. With enemies on every side, Kincaid’s hands are too full of trouble to grasp for a steadying hold along the Rockies’ dizzying heights. Against man, nature, or both, it looks as if he’s in for a powerful reckoning.