One tin star against a barroom full of guns!
When Clay Roberts put on the sheriff's badge, he swore to wipe out lawlessness.
If that meant kidnaping Yancey Krebs from the neigh- boring county it was all right with him...
if he could get away with it.
He walked into the saloon with his guns leveled.
The men at the bar watched him.
"What the hell is this?"
Krebs's voice was low and vicious.
"I'm the sheriff of Bridger County, Krebs.
And you've got a date in the Bridger County jail."
Roberts could feel Krebs and his friends calculating their chances.
"Don't get anxious," Roberts warned.
"It doesn't make any difference to me if I kill you now or leave it for the state.
One suspicious move and you're a dead man."