Jeff Hope, the deadliest man with a six-gun ever known in La Colina, listened tensely as footsteps approached. Roused from a light sleep by their sound, his instinctive reaction had been to strike a gun-fighting stance, legs well apart and knees slightly bent. The fingers of his right hand curled and closed, gripping - not the comforting butt of his favorite '44, but the cell bar of the county jail. For the first time in his stormy life, Jeff was a prisoner.