After witnessing his father's hanging, JESSE ADAMS inherits a whole lot of trouble. Never has he dreamed of owning a cattle spread. Four hundred prime acres and just as many fat, stolen cows to go with it.
From the age of sprout, Jesse has worked to throw Pa's bad reputation off his back. At seventeen, he is no longer a boy. His fists are strong, and there isn't a thing he can't hit when he aims his Winchester.
The outlaw Jesse is hunting will not go down without a fight-a fight that will surely leave one of them dead. Jesse's one ally is the famous lawman, Nolan Crosson. Only, Nolan's son, an ornery little cuss of a boy, sure does know how to rub Jesse the wrong way.
Never could get into this book due to the way J. B. Richard’s Continued to ramble and go back and forth with the adopted 8 year old son and trying to use his character as an adult and as a 8 year old. I’ve read thousands of fictional western stories. It’s all I read, and this was the closest I have come to discontinuing a book. I didn’t care for the ending at all but it was no surprise. I’ve read a few other of Richard’s books and I think she convinced me to not read anything else of hers after this one.