It was a day like any other day when the quiet, unassuming rancher from Red Rock, Jeff Carter, sauntered into Jericho. Jeff hadn’t come looking for trouble, though he was mildly interested in learning what had happened to a missing stagecoach carrying a million dollars in gold bullion. In Jericho, that type of inquiry could get a man killed. Jeff had worked the river boats of New Orleans, and the fact that he was still alive attested to not only his skill at cards, but proven ability with a gun. In the past seven years, Jeff had bought a ranch and turned it – and himself – around. He might have lost his taste for fighting, but he was still a man to reckon with.