The big range kings didn't want Donal Cameron and his small, tough Circle C outfit anywhere near them. But Donal was stubborn and Scotch had his own ideas about what he would and would not do, and he didn't propose to give up his cattle or his men or his kind of life without a struggle. A showdown was inevitable, and though the odds were nearly insurmountable against them - Donal, a handful of his men, a trader and an Apache boy - the Circle C moved in - to stay. There was shooting in the dark, narrow streets of town, dry-gulching and hand-to-hand fighting in the thickets and canyons before Donal and his gallant band won the day, and victory, when it came, was as much of a surprise to Donal as to anyone.