Edson Black was taken away in the Yuma prison wagon seven years ago. When he returned he was a shell of a man whose every outward appearance seemed to have aged at least thirty years. In the place of his thrusting long stride, was a dogged shuffle. Edson Black had shot a man - and no one believed him when he swore he had done so in self-defense. Someone had doctored the evidence to make Edson look guilty - plain and simple. Edson's sons were now grown men. Big Bill was a hulk of a man, but slow to anger and steady and forthright. The other son, Jess was twenty-four, and his anger at what they'd done to his father was boiling over. He'd avenge his father's savage treatment - or die trying...