Me and Billy, we turned north off the Mojave trail and come upon this dusty little town. Lowdown and chock full of trouble, this was no place for a school-age boy like Billy to grow up straight and true. We was ’bout to ride out of there when … b’fore I know it I’m wearing a badge that come off their last dead lawman.
“I give orders only once ’round here. You can lose yer gun hand … or go to jail if you don’t follow them orders!”
Run by drunken thugs, crooked gamblers, and hard-bitten thieves, Cactus Valley needs a tough yet fair lawman. Can a “half-breed” drifter from Cherokee Country clean up a California mining town and live to tell about it?
Saddle up and ride along for another Llano Kid adventure of the 1870s!