During the Civil War, they sought justice outside of the law, paying back every Yankee raid with one of their own. No man could stop them. No woman could resist them. And no Yankee stood a chance when Win and Joe Coulter rode into town.

Win and Joe don’t like getting shot at, especially by varmints who don’t have skill enough to kill them. Then, after fending off an unsolicited attack, they find themselves a genuine lady in distress—bound, gagged, the works. Her name’s Pamela Wellington, and her daddy owns Camelot, a bright, singing sixty-thousand-acre kingdom in the middle of Texas. But like that golden ranch of yore, there’s a foul-smelling evil afoot. And it’s not Joe Coulter’s boots. Someone’s about to mess with the Bushwhackers. And that means someone’s about to be messed with back