RANDY AND ROUGH, HE'S A MEAN MOUNTAIN MAN WITH A NOSE FOR TROUBLE AND HANKERIN' FOR HOT BEAVER Holed up at a trappers' camp when the winter snow hits, Jack Pike and his ornery trail pard Skins McConnell found good shelter for their hides, and enough cheap whiskey and willin' women to keep them busy until the thaw. But when spring came, Pike pulled together a band of mountain men to run their fur down the Missouri for the fleshpots and trading posts in the city of St. Joe. His long gun primed and cocked, Pike had more hot action than most men could handle. By day, he had the perils of a raging river and bloody troubles with renegade Crow indians at each bend. By night, there were the sure, swift strokes of his dark-haired trail beauty who kept his course straight and his strength up. Then, just shy of port, Cal Devers and his lowdown gang ambushed them. Pumping big-bore bullets fast and furious, the big mountain man brought the deadly fight to a powerful climax of outlaw blood