Accused, tried, and convicted of robbery and murder, Jim Seton rotted in jail for five long years. Although the townspeople said he was lucky not to hang, that wasn’t how Jim saw it. He didn’t take kindly to being railroaded—especially not by a bunch of yellowbellies who called themselves his friends.
Finally free, Seton figured the last place he should go was back to Claymore. He figured right. It didn’t take the gutless desperadoes long to come after him with bloody murder in their eyes and blazing Colts in their hands. But Jim was ready. He was an innocent man who’d been sent to hell—and he was ready, willing, and able to return the favor.