Dead Man's Range — Ernest Haycox

A man named Clint. He took a step forward and spoke harshly; "You're trapped. Give in -- or fight!" The night was streaked by tangled shadows as -- Curly's bunch broke, wheeled and raced for cover. A gun flash mushroomed out and then a long, ragged volley smashed against the walls. Clint was on his stomach, shouting, "Let them have it!" Then all hell broke loose....