There was room enough in the valley, but Ike Quarles didn’t think so. Now he and his hired killers had served notice on Brad—drift or die!
“I’m about through drifting,” Brad said slowly. “I was thinking about taking up a homestead.”
Then he was silent, watching them sit their horses, waiting for the abrupt twitch of a hand—the sudden, lunging move that would explode this whole valley into murderous, bullet-screaming range war!
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