Jeff Atkins never knew exactly why he quit a game and walked to the front door of the Granada saloon. Being a professional gambler, Jeff instinctively played hunches, and on that particular day, something told him to watch the arrival of the west bound stage. At first, he was only mildly interested in the usual passing baggage from the driver, then suddenly, he noticed the tall, hawk nosed man wearing a black frock coat. At that moment, Jeff knew the answer. The man walking toward him was Bart Slade...