"When Clay Anderson drifted down into New Mexico Territory from Montana, he was really just satisfying an urge to see country he'd heard about but had never before visited. If anyone had tried to tell him, back in Montana, that within two weeks of his arrival in New Mexico he would be knocked over the head by an outlaw, nearly lynched by lawmen, challenged to a fight by a 'breed Indian, and shot in the head near Las Cruces, he wouldn't have believed it--or he'd have ridden in the opposite direction."--Back cover.