They were laying for Clay Belden when he came out of the pass into Wildhorse Valley. He didn't see them. He didn't know they'd be there. He didn't think they would remember him. But they were waiting. And though he never saw at whom he was shooting, Clay knew then it was to be a war to the finish. War between one lone drifter who didn't know his enemies - and a raft of sharp-eyed triggermen.