The best secret agent the South had was L. L. Henderson. She was also a beautiful woman and a counterspy for the Union army. Her men were dangerous hardcases: hired guns, drunks, drifters, a murderous freed slave and the sweet-talker who was her lover. They set out to win the Civil War by sealing off California and her gold. But they hadn't reckoned with Mangas Coloradas, "Red Sleeves," the Apache chieftain. When his warriors sprung their ambush trap, the race for death was on. Then they knew they must reach Mimbres Springs - or never see sunrise.