Chulo came to the bar in Galveston looking for a quiet beer, but soon he had a fight on his hands. He had barely made it outside when some old goat was begging him to rescue his daughter, who'd been dragged off to the bayou country. Chulo was no manhunter, but he took the job. Once into the Louisiana swamps, he found that things weren't quite what they seemed. But by then he was due to meet a bunch of killers, and it was his blood they were after!