"Trouble I asked for. Trouble I owed. Trouble I'm glad I had." This is Hanaway speaking. Hanaway-a new kind of hero for the Old West. A big man with a big conscience-as big as the West. He's tall, long-jawed, stubble-bearded, covered with dust. He ain't handsome but he's pleasant. Even when he rides into a Cowtown on a dead man's errand: clean up the dirty business surrounding the Kittrick Consolidated Gold Mine. Nothing stops Hanaway-not the sheriff, not the town, not a killer, not even a pretty little lady named Carrie.