The big range kings didn't want Donal Cameron and his small, tough Circle C outfit anywhere near them. But Donal was stubborn and had his own ideas about what he would and would not do, and he didn't propose to give up his cattle or his men or his kind of life without a struggle. A Showdown was inevitable, and the odds were nearly insurmountable against Donal. With a handful of his men, a trader and an Apache boy, the Circle C moved through the dark, narrow streets of town, dry-gulching, and hand-to-hand fighting in the thickets and canyons. Victory, if it came, was to be as much of a surprise to Donal as to anyone.