Clint Morgan was a giant of a man! Single-handed he had carved the Sombrero — largest spread in the county and single-handed he ruled it. But Clint had a weak spot that threatened to topple his hard-won empire: a love for a woman he couldn’t have. Clint’s foreman, Kehoe Lamb, had been away with the Confederate Army when the rancher fell in love with Mary Lamb. And when Kehoe returned the evidence of his wife’s infidelity had been inescapable — an infant had been born. Rather than lose Mary completely, Clint had allowed the child to be sent east to stay with Mary’s relatives. For eighteen years they had lived in that triangular Hell. But suddenly the volcano threatened to erupt at last, with a violence that had been building for a generation . . . for the son, Morgan Lamb, had come back.