"I had witnessed Earl Lasher's outbursts many times and tolerated them. That is until I witnessed him kill a whiskey drummer in Ogallala. That's where I watched as he rode off without me for the first time I can remember. His speed with a gun followed him to every town he visited. So did the killings. Five years later we would meet again in Rock Bluff, Nebraska. I did not cherish that thought. I had no choice. This would be the hardest thing I've done in my life."- Calvin Hawk For five years Calvin Hawk's companions on the trail have been his buckskin, a .44 Remington, and the yipping of coyotes when he made camp. He yearns for a place of his own, someday. When he rides into Rock Bluff, Nebraska, it doesn't look so bad. But this task could be the death of him.