by Gary McMillan

Tye was on his way back to Fort Clark from San Antonio where he had spent his honeymoon when he learned of more Apache trouble. A young buck by the name of Grey Owl was leading several other young Apaches and raising bloody hell along the Border. Far to the north, an old mountain man was headed south toward Fort Clark. Shakespeare McDovitt had been Tye's father's best friend back in the twenties and early thirties while trapping in the Rockies. He knew Ben was dead and now, at seventy-one years of age, Shakespeare was determined to see his friend's son before it was too late. He didn't know just how much trouble he was headed into.