No marshal's badge or sheriff's posse had yet brought law to the sun-drenched adobes of the great American Southwest. White settlers, Indians, and Mexicans trembled in fear under the azure sky of old Albuquerque, as they prayed to God that the cruel renegades called the comancheros would spare their women, their homes and their lives. But outside this thriving city the comancheros were gathering ... as the time neared when all would feel the terror of the desperadoes' lost for cruelty and gold.