Frank Angel had walked right into a whipsawing, in spite of all his Justice Department training. But he just couldn’t sit in the Silver King and watch while the town marshal cold-cocked a defenseless kid.

So Angel shot the gun out of the marshal’s hand.

And as a result, he had to face the wildest, hottest gun battle of his career … an exploding, firebombed jail … in a town that had been run too long by greed and ruled by terror … a town where law and order were ridiculed, and justice was just a rumor.