Unscrupulous financial speculators and ruthless oil sharks have set their money-grubbing sights on a small patch of Indians' land, and they are willing to do anything to succeed--including stealing the tribe's deed for the territory. As a result, an urgent ultimatum to vacate the area will only infuriate the Great Indian Chief who swears to kill the first paleface who dares to pass through their gate. Of course, the first white man who sets his foot on their campsite is none other than Buster, the avid but utterly unsuspecting lepidopterist. But, is this the end of the innocent entomologist?
—Nick Riganas