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The Broken Bit boys shot Sheriff Ben Borders after the nesters and law-abiders had re-elected him. Old Ben lay dying on the courthouse steps with Jim Keene looking down at him. "You stayin?" said Ben. "Ill be staying," said Jim. "Well, when you get to the other side of the hillremember this, sonthe only thing youll find there is just what you brought with you." Jim Keene had ridden a thousand miles to get to...

The Tomahawk Ranch was the biggest outfit in Salt Creek Valley. Kirk's father built it with his own harsh strength and controlled it with a fierce will. And nobody -- not even his own sons -- ever dared tell him what to do with it. The ranch was the best grazing land in the entire valley, and the Salt Creek settlers were getting desperate. Kirk's father had spent a lifetime running roughshod over the rights and pride of his neighbors, and he held...

A western story by Cynthia Haseloff.

Cole Barrett didn't expect a hero's welcome in Texas for he had fought on the Union side, but the cold enmity of his sister Martha was a shock. Then his father, old and broken, whispered "You're tough inside, Cole-tougher than the rest of us. I know you'll fight." Fight he did, for the Barretts were hemmed in by haughty Spanish landowners on one side and the crooked Gillis gang on the other. Cole knew he'd have to fight every step of the way to drive...

Joe Wolverton was a gangling kid of sixteen, with a temper that flared even when he was scared out of his wits. You couldn't blame him for hero-worshipping his older brother Holly - even though Holly was too wild for his own good. With rustlers trying to steal their range, the boys swore they wouldn't be driven out by anybody.

Silvertip had meant to kill the cold-hearted Bandini, but it was a kid wearing Bandini's cape who came out the saloon door and met Silvertip's bullet. Now, Silvertip has taken an oath to take care of the kid's business first, then track down Bandini and put the sidewinder six feet under--for good.

Big Jim Harbour had turned in his badge and staked a claim high on the mountainside. Then Gardies, who owned the Big Outfit, died and left his daughter to run the spread alone. When ruthless land-grabbers came, Big Jim strapped on his guns again.

The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call, were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunkhouse, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips: "This is Mr....

"In Pony Kirk's native Texas, when a man wanted something - a steer or a pretty girl or a scalp - he took it. The rustlers of One End Creek wanted beef on the hoof. Floyd Milton wanted Connie Hall. Bully Witt wanted Pony Kirk's scalp. All Pony wanted was to keep what was his. That meant he had to fight. And Pony knew how to fight. They called him the Gun Bulldogger.

An ironic twist of fate put the life of Walsh Camden in Del Kittridge's hands. Camden had been friends with Del's father until a bitter quarrel split them. The elder Kittridge had been murdered, his ranch burned, his son run out of town. Now a Mexican bandit held him for ransom.