Frank Angel had walked right into a whipsawing, in spite of all his Justice Department training. But he just couldn’t sit in the Silver King and watch while the town marshal cold-cocked a defenseless kid. So Angel shot the gun out of the marshal’s hand. And as a result, he had to face the wildest, hottest gun battle of his career, an exploding, firebombed jail in a town that had been run too long by greed and ruled by terror; a town where law and order were ridiculed, and justice was just a rumor.