For three squares a day, Slocum's putting his shooting skills to use guarding cattle on the Triple Cross Ranch. His other talents are being spent on a certain buxom beauty from back East, who has some strange ideas about how to keep Slocum entertained
Seems her bossa lily-livered bone-doctorhas set his sights on some nearby dinosaur fossils. Problem is, his colleague has staked his claim to the find. And unless Slocum can finagle some kind of bone-a-fide deal, these Yanks will drive each other into extinction