Guarding a federal witness as frisky as Aurora Stone might've been welcome duty for Marshal Long-if it weren't for all the back-shootin varmints hell-bent on killing him for it.It was common knowledge that Sid Porter, Aurora's ex-boss, was a horse-thievin swindler who'd sooner shoot you in the back than look you in the eye. And he'd made some promises to ruin Miss Aurora-right nasty like-if she uncovered his crooked dealings. But now the trial is over, and old Sid is off the hook. So why is every boot-lickin bandit with a trigger finger still gunning for the Marshall and the lady?