No one more lonely: that was Wiley, the cool, cold king of the.45s. With no friends, a woman but rarely, he was the soft-spoken nemesis of the danger trails until the day he drifted into Missoula, a bloody frontier town at war with itself. His crashing.45s announced who and what he was. Only Vestal Lee saw the real man behind the killing guns. But before she could tame him, the shooting war engulfed Missoula, with Wiley in the blazing front line of battle.