It had been too easy for Frank Chess to work for Rhino Hulst...running his crooked errands; losing his crooked money in the nearest poker game; drinking it up in the nearest saloon; giving it to the nearest girl in a spangled dress. But Frank never understood the cost of working for such a man. "Sure I killed him," Rhino said pleasantly. "And I pinned it on you. I'm the only man can clear you, and I need you. You'll have to stick with me--or hang!"They called Frank a drifter--a fiddlefoot--and not even Rhino suspected that when he stumbled across something he cared about, the mild-mannered fiddlefoot would turn into a tornado of vengeance.