His name was Taggart and he rode with a price on his head through
the bloodred canyons of Apache country. Behind him was a ruthless
bounty hunter--the deadliest lawman in the West. In front of him
was a fortune in gold--and a pretty young woman hell-bent on carrying
that fortune to safety. Suddenly Taggart was faced with a choice.
He could either keep riding and leave the stubborn lady to fate
and the Apaches. Or he could stay and help her make it out alive.
But for a man like Taggart the answer was simple. He would stay.
Even if it meant cutting off his own escape--even if it meant
doubling his chance of death.