Young Tom Shanaghy was hardheaded and hard-muscled. Back in New York he could handle anything from a blacksmith's anvil to knuckle-and-skull street brawling. Now Shanaghy was a stranger in a small Kansas town, a town desperate for a marshal. He pinned on the badge, but facing down a vengeful trail driver and a murderous gang of gold thieves would take even more than even Shanaghy could pack into two fists.