Levi Hill, Pinkerton range detective, huddles in his saddle against the fierce thunderstorm, but the lightning around him is less savage than the men he trails. The noise of rain and thunder multiplies his peril. Is he riding into an ambush? It had seemed a simple case of rustling, but any hope of a swift solution soon faded. Men have been killed in cold blood. Even now, as Levi follows the stolen cattle through the rain, he senses that hidden eyes are following him. He tries to shake off the feeling and rides on. Suddenly the crash of a rifle rings out above the fury of the storm. With death surrounding him, Lord only knows if his skills with guile and gun can finally bring peace to the range.