Shadrac Cain had taken a pleasure trip up to the Tetons a year earlier, but an arrogant European nobleman and his minions had caused so much trouble that he didn’t get to enjoy it. So when spring came to his Colorado home, he headed north again to soak up the beauty and grandeur of the Tetons. A good deed done for an old friend left him pleased he was able to help but melancholy.
Billows of smoke on the Wyoming plains usually meant trouble for someone. In this case, it meant a small family was under attack by white renegades. The extra fire power from Cain’s rifle saved the day, but at the cost of the husband and father’s life. With the man gone, the barn burned, and the stock scattered, Cain had no choice but to help get them moved to the nearest town.
Moving what goods and cattle they could gather, Shadrac set out with the aid of teen aged girl and a young boy, while the older woman drove the wagon. A second attack on the trail ended with the raiders being run off again, and one of their number dead. The gang leader swore a blood oath on Cain and dogged him almost to the Montana border.