By the time he was twenty, Rye Tyler had killed ten men.
He had come west in a wagon train, seen the Indians kill his family, leaving him alone in a harsh and wild country.
Rye learned well the lesson of the wilderness: that the only friend he could trust was his gun.
It made him a legend, even as Wyatt Earp was a legend.
Then Rye met Liza, and the man who had so often been forced to kill became a savage hunter of his final victim-the outlaw who stole Liza from him.