Marshal Morgan Gaunt was worried. Cottonwood, Kansas, was about to be stampeded by the cattle drivers from Texas, thirsty for liquor and hungry for women. Their lusts were satisfied by an influx of gamblers, barmen, and saloon girls. Cottonwood needed the trade that accompanied the cowboys, but trembled at the hell that invariably broke loose. A curfew and ban on firearms was declared, an ordinance Gaunt knew he couldn't enforce...