Chancy started out with nothing until fate dealt him four of a kind--all bullets.
Now, locked in a jail cell with an angry, drunken mob outside and time running out, he must somehow find a way to prove his innocence..
Another killing had taken place and Chancy would never know the truth until it was too late.
But the gun had a history.
He had a cattle drive to finish and a profit to make.
Chancy needed a spare and, after stowing it in his bedroll, forgot about it.
The dead man left a pistol on the ground.
And when Chancy defended his new herd of cattle with a shotgun, he didn\'t miss.
With the front of his stomach making friends with the back, he was in no position to let an opportunity slip by unnoticed.
He was an orphan from the hills of Tennessee and he hadn\'t eaten in three days.
But the game isn\'t over yet.
When the smoke clears away, he stands alone--boss of his own cattle outfit.
The young drifter plays his hand for keeps--taking on crooked sheriffs, deadly gunmen, and renegade Indians.
Chancy started out with nothing until fate dealt him four of a kind--all bullets
