She was a beautiful European-trained songstress living the good life, well paid for her talent, traveling from town to town seeing the west…until Louie Bowen and his gang of misfits robbed her stage. Suddenly, ransom looked like the real take from the job. It was haul her to Mexico to await the big payday. But Elizabeth Anne Graystone wasn’t the wilting violet most thought a lady should be. This songbird had a stinger, and a handful of tough Irish kin who’d ride to hell and back and damn near did to rescue the lady.