Clint walks into the second worst kind of trouble there is. His old friend Buzz Fahnstock has asked him to help fight a bloody range war. Fahnstock's on the side of the homesteaders facing down the brutal cattlemen of the Big Tom Valley. The sodbusters have guns and guts. The cattlemen have money, enough of it to buy the services of a low-down snake with a reputation for a fast draw. But trading lead with ranchers and hired guns may be the least of Clint's worries. No sooner does the Gunsmith ride in than three gorgeous gals set their sights on him. And that's the worst kind of trouble a man can hope for.