In the spring of 1876, the Western plains were brown with migrating herds of buffalo, and the guns of their hunters roared like thunder. Their slaughter was an ugly and dangerous business, but it was also very profitable. It attracted some of the most ruthless men in the West, as well as some adventure seekers such as Keith Hayden. This is Hayden's story of his run with a band of Buffalo Runners - the good, the bad, and the very, very ugly...