The Trailsman wants to get his hands on some thieves with the Midas touch! 
Skye Fargo has arrived in Denver with only one thing on his mind: a buxom dame named Molly. But trouble always crops up wherever Fargo hangs his hat—and soon he hears tell of some anonymous murderers just outside the city. There’s gold in them there Colorado hills, and some lucky young bucks have struck it rich. But one after another, these fellas have been turning up dead, robbed—and scalped…
 
Folks want to pin the murders on some nearby Ute Indians—but Fargo smells a rat. With the help of one very grateful Ute squaw, he reckons he’ll follow his gut as long as he can keep from getting gutted…