When the outlaw Milan McGill attacked with the twenty hard men riding behind him, and the three thousand head of stampeding cattle running before them, JoAnne Kramer found herself as the sole owner of the Diamond-K Ranch when her father and half-brother were killed in the onslaught. JoAnne's mother had been a Crow Indian, and JoAnne had been shunned for her Indian blood after her mother had died. Not only was she shunned, but she was also hated and feared by every man on the Diamond-K as she had grown toward woman hood, including her father and half-brother. Her only friend in life was the tall chestnut mare she rode marked as an outlaw as a two-year-old when she had killed her first man. Both were outcasts of humanity, but JoAnne was far from rash or stupid. No one had ever bothered to learn what was locked in the mind and will of JoAnne Kramer. Milan McGill never bargained on the vengeance of the half-breed daughter of old John Kramer to disrupt his plans. Not until they found the body of Eldon Jeffers, his gun still firm in his hand, never even fired, but the long bladed knife had buried deep into his chest, piercing his strong heart. The diamond that was etched deep into the exact center of Jeffers forehead let McGill know his fight for the ranch had only begun. JoAnne swore vengeance against every man responsible or the death of her father and brother. Alone, with only her horse to trust, hunting and hunted, shot at and shot, betrayed even by her own ranch hands, JoAnne was faced with the fight of her life. As each man McGill threw in front of her went down, the diamond brand cut into their foreheads to take to the grave, JoAnne vowed McGill would soon pay for the deaths with his own miserable life, if only she could get him in her sights.