Retired deputy Luke Quinn doesnt want to be a rancher, but after his father dies, theres no one to take over the family business. He heads to Tucson, Arizona, to carry on the tradition, ready for a life filled with cattle counting and living off the land. He doesnt expect bloodthirsty Apaches to attack his newfound Mexican friends. He also doesnt take too kindly to the abuse.
Billy Jones is the one to blame for the carnagea bloodthirsty outlaw hired by a money-hungry land baron from Phoenix trying to establish an empire in the Wild West. Jones has no sense of decency; hell rob, rape, and kill without batting an eye. Someone has to stop him. When Quinn meets a Navajo woman named Alyce, he finds a kindred spirit; with Jones still on the loose, however, things could get ugly.
Although retired, Quinn knows the law; he wont put up with some scoundrel who doesnt follow the rules. He will make a stand for his familys land, and blood could be spilled. Quinn has to keep Alyce safe, but he also hopes the local law enforcement will look the other way. As struggle ensues, the old deputy has his buddies at his back, his woman in his heart, and rightful revenge on the brain. Bad Billy Jones wont take the Quinn ranch; especially if theres a bullet in his brow.
