The huge gates of territorial prison swung open, and the guard bid goodbye to the good-looking man who stood gazing out at the broad sweep of prairie, fresh air and freedom. Spike Lawson stopped and turned, and for one long moment he stood and stared at the building he had just left after two long years, and then with a scowl on his face, he swung away and walked determinedly toward a man who waited with two horses a short distance away. It was his friend, Pete, who had been taking care of his son Jack, whilst he had been incarcerated, and who had become the toughest kid in town in his father's absence...