Clay Roberts had just one way to earn his pay - with his iron nerve and deadly guns. He was a living legend in every wild, wide-open town in the West, a moving target for every punk gunmen and vicious outlaw from Dodge City to Tombstone.When Roberts rode into mescal, he figured it for just another job: Drive off a gang of rustlers, pick up his pay, and ride off. But suddenly he found himself outside the law, betrayed, slandered, hunted, and that meant his price had just gone up. Gold could buy his guns. But for the dirt smeared on his name, a town would pay in blood...