He was a half-breed, one-of-a-kind, Texas Ranger, but he didnt know it. Suffering from a head wound he had lost all memory of who or what he was. Found bleeding and half dead by hands from the Box Bar B, they had taken him to the ranch and in time his body healed, but not his mind. Searching for his identity, he followed clues that lead him up into the Northwest Territories, home of the Arapaho and Sioux Nations, where tensions were high. The Nations were gearing up to defend their homes and their way of life. Ex-soldiers, refugees from the Civil War, having their lives torn apart with nothing left, were migrating west looking for opportunities. One opportunity took the form of attempting to seize a ranch that lay within the Nations hunting ground, unawares of old standing treaties. Bank robbers out of Texas and on the run, were having serious moral conflicts and had chosen sides. This volatile mix of conflicting emotions, fear, greed, and opposing forces was what this young man, who didnt even know his own name, but remembered the name of his horse Jinx, was
