Jeff Dawson's father, known as the Lobo, had been accused of stealing the payroll of the 3B spread and then had been dry-gulched before he even had a chance to prove his innocence. Now his son bore the brand of the Lobo breed: his narrowed blue eyes held the look of the hunted and looked askance at every passing pilgrim. His square jaw told of a determination out of keeping with his tender years. "Gospel" Cummings, self-appointed caretaker of the local Boot Hill aimed to befriend Lobo's whelp -- and there was a young girl who also believed in him. But their feeble voices were drowned out by the many who called Jeff an owl-hooter.