They finally cornered him at Iron Ridge.
No water.
No horse.
No way down.
Just a sack of stolen dynamite and a fistful of matches.
Colt Maddox had outrun posses for five years. He'd crossed rivers at midnight, vanished into canyons at dawn, and left more than one badge in the dust. But Iron Ridge was different. It was a dead end — and every man below wanted his hide.
They thought they had him trapped.
They forgot one thing.
A desperate man with nothing left to lose doesn't surrender.
He lights the fuse.
