The mountain is a place for adventure, excitement, and beauty. It is a place where campers, hunters, and hikers alike would congregate to behold the grandness. But now, the trees and grass were being painted bloodred. The Lincoln National Forest was being terrorized in unlikely places by an even more unlikely source. Rankin realizes that to stop the bloodshed, he would need to do it himself with very little outside help. With rifles in scabbards and sidearms on hips, the tandem mount their best horses and set out to correct what the government was failing on, fully knowing that death and mayhem awaited.