Price Jones reckoned the job as sheriff of Tiedown would be a cinch,
seeing as how the worst trouble in years had been a ruckus with the
Widder Henry over a toad in her bed.
All of a usdden the county seemed to be busting winde-open. There was
a murder, then a stickup, then a stolen pony. And finally, a race set
up between the two cattle kings of the territory that was sure to turn
to gunplay if it ever came off.
Jones had the sobering suspicion that these things were somehow
connected, that someone was cooking up this pot of trouble. And he had
until the day of the race to find out who, and stop him.
By Nelson Nye
Jeff Kitchim had never set out to become a hired gun. Fate had sort
of pointed him into it. Being impatient to get ahead, he had looked for
the quick score. There was plenty of money available, and all a man
needed to earn fighting wages was a fast trigger and a scarcity of
Now Kitchim wanted his own spread, and he had his eye on the Hacienda
Bavinuchi. It was lush cattle land across the border. If he could
figure things out right, it would all be his; if not, he would be
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