Ray Coyle used to be a gunfighter. One of the best. He had built quite a name for himself throughout the West. Then he packed it all in and got an honest job in a travellign Wild West show, giving sharpshooting exhibitions. It wasn't much, but at least he could try to put his past behind him. He tried for ten years. But when he got word that his boy had been killed in a gunfight in Coopersville, he just had to go there -- to bring the body home, if nothing else. But there were a lot of guilty consciences in Coopersville, folks who knew that when the old gunfighter stepped off the train, he was bringing something else with him...trouble.