Uneasy Riders — George G. Gilman

She was one of those Liberating Women.Right now it was horses she was trying to liberate. Two of them, rightfully the property of the lawmen who’d just awakened the man called Edge and told him that his horse had been liberated by a night-time thief who’d been liberated from Nebraska’s Carlsburg Penitentiary by his brothers-in-outlawry.Altogether too much liberation going on.Edge looked at the woman. She’d ambushed them like a man, handled a rifle like a man. Was dressed in a man’s clothes - though she filled them just like a woman.There and then he decided that this Woman’s Movement had to be stopped in its tracks. Stopped dead if necessary.