Hamp Cameron had come into Mormon, a hot, dusty town at the edge of Death Valley, with a mission. He’d been looking for Rob Jensen for two years, and information he’d picked up in San Francisco pointed to Mormon. Mormon had turned into a boomtown. Borax, a flaky, cottonball substance that 20-mule teams were snaking out of the pits of hell was in big demand, and the railhead for the borax industry was Mormon. This would be the ideal town for a snake like Jensen to hide in – a place where strangers outnumbered residents. And Hamp was right on the mark, for it was in the Piute Saloon in Mormon, California that Hamp Cameron finally came face-to-face with Rob Jensen again …