Raised by an old mountain man named Preacher, Smoke Jensen gained a reputation for bein' faster with a gun than a codger could spit. Then Smoke put aside his deadly Colts to raise a family and build a herd. But he knew his past was about to come a-callin' when he rode up Idaho way and found a bunch of hardcases close on his backtrail with their hands full of guns and blood in their eyes. Smoke had ridden smack dab into the middle of the biggest range war of the decade, and he either had to choose sides or return home laid across the back of a horse. It wasn't a hard decision for a man who knew that bad men would finally get their due. But Smoke also knew that out here on the last perimeter of organized civilization, separatin' the good from the bad was a matter of seein' who could draw the fastest and shoot the straightest -- and who was left standin' when the gunsmoke blew away!-- Back cover.