GOLD! A wagon freight wagon load. It doesn't take a lot of gold to made a ton, and it can be fairly well hidden under bacon, beans and sacks of flour. But not when the hills are full of owlhoots and banditos who know it's coming. Jim Steel, even with a shotgun, a rifle, and a sixgun on his hip is no match for a dozen hard men...or is he?

Nothing is more personal than a knife, and when it's against a skilled Indian, nothing more deadly...the question: for which one? Jim Steel is again in Chiricahua country, now if he can only get out. With a Yellow Boy .44/.40 in his saddle scabbard, and a Centennial New Model Army on his hip, also in .44/.40 he is ready for bear, or a bevy of Indians. And it's a good thing, as they're coming.

He rode into Devil's Gulch with a six gun on his hip, a lever action in his saddle scabbard...and revenge in his heart. The lawless community of gold prospectors knew that he knew more than he was letting on. One thing he damn well knew...the killer was somewhere in the shadows.

A train full of gold bars, and Jim Steel is hired to ride shotgun. California is full of gold hungry, and many of them don't care how they come by the riches. Loading saddlebags full of bars is way easier than grubbing in cold streams. But Jim Steel stands in their way.