U. S. Marshal Jack Slade dreads the grim routine of hanging days. But this one is anything but routine. Just as the condemned men march to the ropes, shots ring out and the hanging judge tumbles from his viewing balcony. By the end of the shoot-out, three nameless gunmen have bitten the dust, but one has fled. Beware! The silent brotherhood remembers! . . . Traitors die, and so shall you! This note from the judge's pocket and a single matchbox are all Slade has to track the gunman.
