Nobody really knew who Smoky Walker was, or what he looked like.
But they did know that he was bound to appear wherever trouble started. He would be there like a phantom, working just out of sight. There'd be a roar of guns and then the stranger would gallop away.
Now Smoky was hunting a man as mysterious as himself- a man who stole herds of cattle and then disappeared into thin air. The unfortunate few who'd seen him described him as the ghost of man long dead.
Dogs lost his scent and experienced trackers lost the trail. The few who resisted the 'ghost rustler' ended up dead. Everyone was leaving the county while they were still living and breathing.
Smoky Walker was the only man who stood a chance to stop him- but will even his cunning and lightning draw be enough?
