Frank Christian drove his herd all the bitter way up the Chisholm Trail through Indian country to the rich grasslands of the Cheyenne territory. That's where the trouble started. Christian's partner had been murdered, his land had been stolen, and an outfit of hard cases moved in. Then to top it off, the Army figured him for a whiskey runner. It seemed they all had it out for Frank: the crooked lease agent, the Cheyennes, even the U.S. Army! But Frank Christian had never backed away from trouble. Desperate odds or not, he was fightin' mad, and it was his turn to get back what was rightfully his.