Chris Waddell knew what a town like Midas Hill was like after the sun went down. He had walked the streets of a dozen mining hells like it, with a star on his chest and his guns just inches under his hands, waiting for the first bullet from the dark. Waddell was a lawman, one of the best. But here in Midas Hill, toughs and hired guns ran the town and killed at will. And from the moment he took the gold that hired him, Waddell knew his only hope was to move fast, shoot faster, and try to stay alive before his graveyard shift became the real thing . . .