Holed up in a cabin in the Idaho hills, the mysterious man who called himself Trent wasn't looking for trouble.��It came looking for him.��A trigger-happy kid named Cub Hale emptied his gun into an unarmed man.��Then he came swaggering after Trent.��The girl who ran the gambling hall tried to get him to hightail it.��But Trent wasn't buying.��Even in that forsaken back country, he knew when a man had to speak with his shooting iron.