He had many names. He was the fastest gun in Texas, Colorado, or just about anywhere. When he was recognized, the challengers would come, guns would blaze and he'd ride away from yet another dead man. Then came the day where he'd killed one too many and the fastest gun had to swap his Colt for a sledge on the rockpile -- for ten long years. But a chance for freedom came along, and he grabbed it with both hands ...