All that Calvin Bonnett wanted when he came west was a settling place. A place where he and his family could run a small ranch and live in peace. What he found was rustlers and outlaws that left him for dead on a desolate hillside. The killers made two mistakes. They didn't stay to bury him and they didn't make sure no one else was around. They didn't see the lone horseman watching from a distant hillside. He was half Mescalera and half white and one of the men the rustlers had killed was his best friend. When he turned his horse's head toward the trail of the killers, a payoff lay just ahead.