Tell Sackett was packing thirty pounds of gold and no worries–until he got to the ferry at the Colorado. Trouble found him there. It looked like a black-eyed woman, pretty as a young filly and a hundred times more set to buck any man. It looked like a gang of hardcases with ideas about other folks’ gold. And trouble looked like the other side of the river–the hottest, driest, most brutal desert on the continent.