Jody Taggart didn’t have a friend in the world. Until the tall blond man called Breed found Taggart’s horse shot dead and Taggart with a bullet in his mangled guts. Then the horse-breeder found the kind of friend he needed – the kind who dealt in death. For Breed couldn’t stand to see a good horse wasted, particularly horses of the quality that Taggart bred.

And Taggart’s enemies – and they were plenty – found that you just don’t mess with Breed. Not if you want to stay alive. With Breed around a range war suddenly took on a whole new complexion – blood red!