Life had been simple and good for Conrad; enforce the law, break a few heads, and enjoy the local red-light district. Now, within a few days, a rescued girl of questionable virtue was filling his bed and complicating his life; those off-world bastards, the Pipers, were arming the western cannibals and Connie was back to the bad old days of military campaigning, long nights on cold ground, long hours in the saddle, all mixed with episodes of hard fighting, heavy killing, and no quarter requested or given.
