To Rassie Cohen his first job meant everything. No longer would he be forced to wander the streets of St Louis looking for a meal or a handout. It meant that he had turned the corner and was now looked upon as a man, but when he exited the barge with his first month’s wages after working like a dog for the last thirty days he discovered his old friends had other ideas. They beat him thoroughly threw him on a west bound train and when the conductor removed him a few days later he was in Indian territory with no money, no job and hate welling up from within. He spent the next few days figuring just how he was going to get even, but life had other plans in store for Rassie, plans he couldn’t dodge if he wanted to.