Like a desert dust devil, William’s life had twisted out of control. Years before the charge had been made, an attacker of women. If the horse hadn’t bolted, he’d have been hung that night. Revenge became an obsession that turned him into an outlaw. He should have left months before, not held up that last stage and thrown what was left of his life into jeopardy and chaos. Who would ever have thought that one woman passenger would cause the charge to be made again, bring the wrath of El Puma down on his head, and sign his death warrant? She was beautiful, cold and unforgiving, blaming him for the attack on her. If she didn’t kill him herself, Puma would.