The Elsinore Palace wasn't much of a palace...but Clint figured it was a fine place to rest his sore feet in this Nevada mining town. Elsinore had seen better days, but it seemed quiet and pleasant—why, even the local cathouse had a white picket fence. But it's all just the calm before the storm—the storm of bullets. Clint suspected the three strangers carrying tricked-out firearms could mean trouble...but he didn't see it soon enough to stop the bloodshed. Now the murderous stage robbers have fled. But a posse from Elsinore is close behind—and the Gunsmith is along for the ride.