"As vigilantes tightened the rope around George Parrott's neck, they gave him one last chance to identify his confederates in the holdup of the U.P. pay train that had taken place two years earlier. "Jack Campbell," he gasped. "Jack Campbell and Homer Hatch!" Jack Campbell lay dead by the gun in nearby Montana. But Homer Hatch, under another name, had been living among them for the past year or more. Of the several hundred inhabitants of Rawlins, Hatch could be any one of seven men. It was up to Sheriff Jim Rankin and his trusty deputy, Kim Sallee, to find out which - before Hatch's gun once more chattered out its chilling message of death"--