All Slocum had to do was track down a mouth-breather named Randall--so's he could sign some legal papers--and he'd wind up with a thousand bucks in his pocket. But when the trail leads him to a dead end in the boomtown of Woodchip, Slocum finds himself striking a deal with the devilishly tempting proprietor of impropriety at the Fancy Lady Saloon. if he stiff-arms the local sheriff who wants to shut down her sin factory, she'll deliver Randall. But Woodchip is full of lead-happy hombres--and it will take all of Slocum's six-gun skills to keep from getting shredded...