Everybody calls you a drifter because you go from one range job to another and prefer peace to trouble. Then you take a job ramrodding the Diamond D ranch and you find Claude Burton's Bar X is squeezing Diamond D to the wall. As part of the campaign of terror, three gun toughs jump you. Suddenly you decide you've been crowded far enough. There's a time for peace and a time for war. So you wade into those buckos and the feud is on.