Tell Sackett had been lured into the Apache’s mountain stronghold by the icy beauty of his brother’s wife. He didn’t go alone. John J. Battles, Spanish Murphy and the half-breed Tampico rode beside him. Each was driven by his past to test his speed and cunning against an enemy who could smell a white man a mile away–and then shoot his eyes out at a dead gallop. It was a contest few men could enter–and fewer still could hope to win.