Jack McGill was a tough young cowboy with a devil may care attitude and a rock steady rifle. He was riding away from a long winter at a line shack in the high foothills. He had six months pay and a keen interest in a few days of drinking and carousing before he set out in search of another cow-puncher job. Life was not very complicated and life was pretty darned good. Jack's vision of the future was limited to some cold beers and at least a kiss from a pretty girl. When Jack rode into the sleepy little town of Southfork that bright spring morning he came upon a robbery in progress. As a...