Retired deputy Luke Quinn doesn't want to be a rancher, but after his father dies, there's no one to take over the family business. He heads to Tucson, Arizona, to carry on the tradition, ready for a life filled with cattle-counting and living off the land. He doesn't expect bloodthirsty Apaches to attack his newfound Mexican friends. He also doesn't take too kindly to the abuse. Billy Jones is the one to blame for the carnage-a bloodthirsty outlaw hired by a money-hungry land baron from Phoenix trying to establish an empire in the Wild West. Jones has no sense of decency; he'll rob, rape, and kill without batting an eye. Someone has to stop him. When Quinn meets a Navajo woman named Alyce, he finds a kindred spirit; with Jones still on the loose, however, things could get ugly. Although retired, Quinn knows the law; he won't put up with some scoundrel who doesn't follow the rules. He will make a stand for his family's land, and blood could be spilled. Quinn has to keep Alyce safe, but he also hopes the local law enforcement will look the other way. As struggle ensues, the old deputy has his buddies at his back, his woman in his heart, and rightful revenge on the brain. Bad Billy Jones won't take the Quinn ranch; especially if there's a bullet in his brow.