Frank Cameron had let himself go after his wife died. Fences weren't fixed, stalls needed work on them, half the time he didn't bother to shave or put on a clean shirt. But he still straddled good water and Jim Dahlman came after it. He brought thirty riders and pulled down the fences, burned down the house, and left Cameron shot in the leg on the ground. Henry Butler, his hired hand, older than Frank, got him into a dugout where Dahlman couldn't find him. A half-breed woman, part Kiowa, lived there with a young girl who had lost her family. Henry told her, "Keep him safe." Henry told Cameron, "I'm going to go get your boys." Tom Cameron was the foreman for the largest ranch in Texas. Reuben Cameron lived in the mountains and came down now and then only to lead a wagon train to Oregon. Morgan Cameron was a gambler with a knack with a gun. Henry found all three and they came back home from different directions, one at a time. And Jim Dahlman was done.
- Paperback | 145 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 9.4mm | 276.69g
- 06 Dec 2010
- London, United Kingdom