"Max hauled up short, his gun hand starting up at the same time, only to go slack as nine double ought buckshot tore his chest to pieces. Dan simply dropped the ten gauge level and jerked the front trigger all in one motion. Max never knew what hit him. He was dead before he even hit the walk." With one pull of the trigger, Dan Kade had purged the Metzal Valley of a rogue and ruthless lawman, but in the process, he had condemned himself to a life on the run . . . And life on the run, always being hunted, was to prove a very lonely condition.