Dutch Falke had worked hard to make his fortune in the New World. Now, he was awaiting the arrival of the bride who had been chosen for him in Germany. He had never met her and he had no idea what to expect, but one thing he knew for sure: she had sure picked a bad time to arrive. Someone was out to steal Dutch's range land right out from under his nose. It was no secret that this kind of thief would resort to an armed attack to gain his ends. And it looked like more than even Dutch could handle - especially with a woman on his hands. Dutch had a sinking feeling that everything he had set his heart on was about to slip through his fingers. Worst of all, there seemed to be nothing he could do about it...