Tybalt Kolher, who helped plan new routes for a stagecoach company, spent a lot of time out on the trail. But in all his years of riding, he had never met anyone as green and clumsy--or as feisty--as the Fighting McBride. What McBride didn't know about horses or trails or the West could have filled ten encyclopedias.

But McBride was one stubborn critter. And after McBride's horse was killed--and it turned out McBride and Ty Kolher were going in opposite directions--McBride stole Ty's horse three separate times. Finally, Ty got the upper hand and applied it to the seat of McBride's britches--and then their misadventures really began.