Not many men knew what Parker did for a living, because what he did was steal. But Joe Sheer, a retired safecracker--known in the business as a jugger--knew. He knew Parker's alias, his whereabouts, his plans--and because he knew too much, he knew to keep his mouth shut. Or die. But Joe was more than ready to trade what he knew for a soft mattress, windows without bars on them, and what every man needs--his freedom. So Parker had come to Nebraska to find the old jugger--and probably murder him. But what Parker found was trouble: Joe was already six feet under; something very valuable was missing; and somebody was planning a funeral--Parker's. Too bad for somebody that Parker wasn't an easy man to kill.