Max Besh, movie stunt man and full-blooded Apache, was having quite a vacation in Las Vegas. He'd won six grand at the crap tables and he'd gotten himself a curvy young dancer for companionship. Next thing he knew, he was looking down the barrel of a .38 and somebody was riding off with the cash and the girl.
What the kidnapers didn't realize was nobody pulls that kind of trick on Max Besh. They eluded police and crossed the Mexican border, but they couldn't shake the angry Indian on their trail.
Even if it took a shootout, Max Besh was going to get his money and his woman back-in that order.