They called Drury a murdering renegade who led the Apaches against his own people. Royal, the rock-hard manhunter, had finally got the drop on him. The best Drury could hope for when -- if -- they got him back to Tucson was that the hangman wouldn't bungle the job. But they didn't call him the White Apache for nothing, and an awful lot could happen along treacherous mountain trails. In the end, Drury had two choices. He could make a break for it and become what they said he was -- a turncoat killer. Or he could stay and prove that he was a better man than any of them.