Texas had been an easy-going place, peopled by men of honour. Now the war was ended, Yankee carpetbaggers were flooding in, and nothing counted but money. It wasn’t Dain Moore’s idea of living. He would have chucked the stage line and gone back to his two-bit cattle spread on Padre Island. But he had a hare-brained saddle pardner who couldn’t stay out of a fight…and a brown-eyed girl who proved to be in some bad trouble of her own. So Dain stayed on – not to make money or to get ahead – but to do what a man had to do: keep an eye out for his friends…and take a hand in the fight, when it came.