A fractious herd of bawling cattle at his side, a gang of rustlers and killers in front of him, and a death-jammed gun at his back -- this was Rusty Shotridge's life. But even when the young trail boss sliced his way through to Dodge City, his job was not over. For now he had to find the men who had killed his foreman, rustled his herd, and robbed his 'punchers. And there, west of Raton Pass, he found them -- waiting in ambush, their death trap ready to spring.