Cole Patton could not understand why his supplies had not come. He had enjoyed the beauty he was surrounded with, and did not mind working alone. He had been riding line for six months and the supply wagon that came once a month was two weeks late. He had been out of coffee and makings for a cigarette for two weeks. Cole had no way of knowing why and after making a pan of gravy and bisquits with the last of his flour. He set out on the trip to the ranch only to find his life and all his plans would be changed.