JOHN SLOCUM WAS NO CATTLE DROVER. But for an old friend's sake and a chance at 50.000 dollars, he'd ride through Hell -- and Hell might have been easier. Slocum had 2,500 head of steers, a handful of desperate wranglers. and his boss's desirable daughter to ramrod across New Mexico into Kansas. All that stood in their way was 500 miles of blistering desert. backshooters, bushwhackers, mutiny and the constant danger of stampede. Slocum had counted on all that. But he hadn't bargained for a town as evil as Satan himself.