A Man Called Ransom

Nobody in Dry Arroyo knew where he came from. They only knew the name he gave them. Ransom. He rode into town quiet as dusk, leading a tired horse and carrying the look of a man who had seen too much trail behind him. The ranchers figured he was just another drifter passing through. But when a ruthless cattle outfit begins pushing settlers off their land, the valley learns something important about the stranger.
Ransom doesn't run from trouble. He rides straight into it. With crooked lawmen looking the other way and hired guns closing in, one man stands between the valley and the men determined to take it. They think he's alone. They think he's just another rider. They're wrong. Because when the shooting starts and the dust settles, the valley will remember the day a stranger came riding in-A man called Ransom.