JL Tate has been reassigned to a semi permanent office in Pecos, but he finds trouble before he even gets near the town limits. With more than a few thousand square miles to patrol and keep order in, he doesn’t figure to spend much time with his feet propped up on a desk. It’s a big job, but the brass believes he can do it, or at least they hope he can. While JL escorts a prisoner to El Paso, a renegade gang, lead by a mad man carry out a raid on Pecos. The only definite purpose for the raid seemed to be, “to kill that big mouthed Ranger†or shoot anyone else handy. Tate was on the next east bound out of El Paso. He checks his weapons, tugs his hat on, and saddles up for a long hard ride. He finds unexpected help from his old partner, Spade Carson and a rookie Ranger in training, a nice lad with a lot to learn. If trying to hunt down a gang on a rampage with an untested green Ranger isn’t enough, he’s given another chore. A sweet young thing from back east, has taken on a mission to find two relatives who were last seen in the area. The area in question being, West Texas and Southern New Mexico.