Colonel Madison Crile, owner of Mace Ranch, meant business. Ellsworth wasn't afraid of any one man, but the half dozen riders galloping toward him in a cloud of flying lead were out to kill. . . . Caught trespassing, Ellsworth's trouble on this wild man's range had just begun. He had trespassed his way into hell. And just when he thought he didn't have a prayer, Ranger Jim Hatfield appeared on the scene, Colts flaming . . .