Description
Anybody could make their own whiskey, and they can sell to anyone… except the Indians. Of course, if you made and sold whiskey across the border in Canada - why, the U.S. Federal Marshal couldn’t lay a finger on you... Unless you met up with an undercover agent like Brent Bargon, who was stubbornly out to do his job, no matter what the law said. Brent hated his Indian blood. He was only one quarter Indian but it was enough to bring slurs, animosity, and a dead-end job he hated...