Caleb Blood was a man who had seen too much blood-letting. He tried to hide inside a whiskey bottle but his demons, past and present, would not let him alone. All the things he should have cherished were being stripped from his life and he had no option but to take up arms again. Once the guns were unlimbered, the death toll mounted and he faced so many enemies that it seemed he had no chance of survival. When, he wondered, would the killing end?