It took a tough breed of man to patrol the borders of the sprawling ranches in the solitary mountains of Montana. But if ever there was an hombre who hankered for the wide open spaces, it was Wes Parker. That's why he'd hired on as a lineman scouting for cattle rustlers and wolf packs along the High Lonely. It was a dangerous way for a man to turn a quick buck, but Parker never figured on being hunted by a sniper . . .