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Lars Bonner rode into the little town of Rocky Canyon with the bodies of two outlaws tied across their horses. He is also returning the money the two had robbed from the town's bank. The town doesn't have a sheriff. It seems the last one to hold that positon left town without so much as a goodbye. At first it seems he will have nowhere to deliver the corpses in order to collect his bounty. However, the mayor who is also the banker agrees to sign the required affidavits.

Mark Robichaud was sent to Yuma Prison five years ago for a crime he didn't commit. Now he's being released. Some men want to rebuild their lives when they're released from prison. Robichaud doesn't have a life to rebuild. They destroyed that and everything in it when they falsely imprisoned him. All he has now is revenge. Sweet revenge served cold. He intends to get it in spades.

Stone normally wouldn't take a job this far from Denver, but a lady in south-eastern Arizona sent him a large retainer for his trouble. Who could turn that down? After a long trip, he arrives in the middle of his client's sunbathing session. No problem. The beautiful, statuesque, blond middle-aged lady asks him to join her while she enjoys the remaining rays of sun and explains why she has requested services. It seems she's had a large number of cattle stolen and one of her hands killed by the rustlers. She needs his help.

First it was a Bad Day for the Hangman, then there was Gunfight at Spanish Wells, and now there's Valley of the Gunman, and this his gunfighter is going to see many die, many live, and one legend born.

Jake Stone's old friend, Sheriff Harry Mills has lost a crooked election. In old west style, a bunch of outlaws and gunslingers have stuffed the ballot boxes. Not only did they take away his badge, but the outlaw who stole his office is about to take away something even more valuable: his life. They are about to put Harry's neck in a hangman's noose without the benefit of a judge, jury or even a visitor. It will be nothing short of a lynching.

Not long after robbing a gold train, the cabal of law-abiding individuals find a member of their group has loose lips. Not only does the talker suddenly vanish and then turn up dead, but some of the ones who are breathing down their necks meet their demise as well. The law will soon be on the trail of a wanted man.

Before the gunman approached, Hank turned to walk back up the incline as though to lead the hostage taker to his partner. Again, he passed Stone without missing a step. This not only led the varmint onward, but placed Hank out of the crossfire....

JakeStone begins this job from atop a stagecoach, posing as a shotgun messenger. Outlaws are robbing the Southern Colorado Stage and Freight Company of gold shipments. No one knows where or when they might strike. No one has a clue where they hide. This is driving the stage company to the brink of bankruptcy. Desperate, the owner wires Stone. Stone doesn't stay atop the stage long. Explaining why he is here to the tall, lanky, tobacco-chewing driver, he and the likeable old cuss formulate a plan.

In pursuit of two desperate outlaws, Stone rides into the sleepy little town of Abbot. After dodging an outlaw's bullet, he captures them, but is forced to kill one after the fact. Placing the remaining prisoner in the ramshackle jail, he meets a beautiful Mexican girl. Ironically, she has a personal vendetta against the killer. The hanging she anticipates witnessing is foiled when two lowlifes facilitate a jailbreak. As Stone prepares to track this killer once again, the Mexican girl insists on accompanying him.

Not fully sure of the horse and rider's position, Stone pushed up to his knees. It took a millionth of a second to locate his target. In the same span of time, the rider spotted Stone. He was bringing the long-barrel rifle around to bear on the deputy marshal. The shots were simultaneous. The rider missed. Stone didn't. Stone got off a second shot. The rider didn't. Stone's bullet struck the bushwhacker somewhere in the shoulder area.