The term blood money was never more appropriate than when applied to the lowly vermin who sold rifles to the Indians. Clay Valenteen's job is to make sure a shipment of stolen rifles doesn't end up in the hands of a band of renegade Apaches. However, a fatal brawl aboard a steamship and a close-mouthed stowaway nearly ruin his cover. Clay must use all his wits and skill with a gun or end up a permanent resident of Yuma's boot hill