When Clay Anderson drifted down into New Mexico Territory from Montana, he was satisfying an urge to see the country he’d heard so much about, but had never seen. If anyone had tried to tell him that within two weeks of his arrival in New Mexico, he would be attacked by an outlaw, nearly lynched by the law, challenged to fight by an Indian, and finally, be shot, he either wouldn’t have believed them, or he would have headed in a different direction to satisfy his wanderlust. But Clay Anderson went south … and he had a peck of troubles … and he met the most incredible woman.