Ranger Jim Hatfield leaned against the bar of the Road to Ruin saloon-his silver-starred badge concealed in his pocket. He was a stranger in Rubyville and he wanted to keep it that way-at least until he savvy'd which of his rough and burly barmates had been putting bullets through their neighbors, grabbing land and rustling cattle. Then there'd be a mighty lot of gunfire in Rubyville-and Hatfield would be facing it alone.