"The drunken gang was reliving the Civil War, and their unwavering hatred for anybody who sympathized with the North... Chase Iverton looked up. They were all drunk, drunk and dangerous. "Remember this," he said slowly, "I'll kill the first man who tries to come near me." He pointed his rifle at the belly of the rider closest to him. His eyes were blacker and colder than the muzzle of the gun he held expertly in his hands. The gang that had been so boastful and confident suddenly became strangely silent."--p. [4] of cover.