This was the climax; the end of a lifetime of bitterness and hate -- Rusty Maxwell and Ben Sharp, both grown old, grizzled, and rich; one the owner of a barbed-wire empire, a sea of grass larger than some Eastern states; the other risen to great poli...
Their cowboy days behind them -- though they’d never get the cow smell out of their Levis -- and Pinkerton badges in their pockets, Bill Robuck, Happy Jack Dean, and Laughing Ed Leffler ride the owlhoot trails from Canada to Mexico, a collective sc...
Reb Santee was his name. He appeared to be just a rough-and-tumble cowboy, with an unruly shock of flaxen hair, and a puckered frown in his laughing blue eyes. But when he first rode into Wind River Basin, the law already had a grudge against him -- ...
Fent Crocker had been foreman of the Hamlin ranch for fifteen years, and with Luke Hamlin growing old and a little soft, he had begun to day-dream of himself as owner of the Hamlin spread. That explains why he had it in for young Race Cullyer. For Lu...