One look at the welcoming party of Indians and Clint Adams knew that Fort Smith, Arkansas, was no place to let his pistol get cold. Seems folks there don't take kindly to strangers, especially ones that mosey into town with four of the meanest trail bandits in the territory. And the nastiest one of all is a hot-blooded female whose passion for the Gunsmith just barely matches her passion for killing. Things turn from bad to worse when Clint learns he's only riding shotgun to his reputation, which got to Fort Smith long before he did. Now an ornery hanging judge is asking him to pin on a marshal's badge and track a ruthless outlaw. And even the Gunsmith can't say no to a hanging judge...
