When Spencer Stanton left Virginia for the New Mexican badlands, his family called it madness. There were times when he would have agreed. With the Yanqui-hating Mexicans to the south, the blood-hungry Utes to the north, and a sub-human breed of drifters, tramps, and land grabbers everywhere else, the Corona Grant was a no-mans-land. But it belonged to Stanton, and he would kill, maim, cripple or die to keep it that way.