"Know what Crow used to say about livin’ by your guns? Said it made him like a kind of alchemist. Said he was the first man in history to turn lead into gold. Yeah. Meanest son of a bitch ever. Crow."

No other name. Just Crow. Dressed in black from head to toe. The meanest man in the bullet-scarred annals of the West. Nobody ever turned their back on him. A cold voice in the shadows, a vengeful angel of death...

Time was when Crow hankered to see San Francisco again. He'd no cause to get involved in that shoot-out at Death Valley but when Richard Okie started trying to buy his way out of trouble, Crow decided he could use some of that money himself - all six hundred dollars. So he hired himself out as bodyguard to the Okie family - husband, wife and two teenage sons - to help 'em find their lost gold mine. But the job turned out to be big trouble from the start - for he hadn't reckoned on them being so city-soft... or on the ruthless greed of Okie's wife, Amy. But she'd met her match in Crow...