~ay be reproduced<br >or written consent<br >led in reviews. If<br >a should be aware<br >~orted as "unsold]<br >~r the Author not<br >or this "stripped<br >Chapter One<br > They halted before they started down a long gen-<br >tle slope to the cabin a quarter mile away. Their<br >eyes squinted across the yucca and cane cactus， and<br >studied the cabin， the corral， the brush along the<br >creek.<br > "Think he sees us?"<br > "I d bet on it."<br > The two men shifted in their saddles. Their horses，<br >a bay and a sorrel， stamped their feet to shake flies off<br >their legs.<br >! "What makes you think he sees us， Sheriff?"<br > "There s a horse in the corral down there. If he<br >wasn t there he d be horseback somewhere， and he d<br >turn out all his other horses."<br > "Think he ll fight?"<br > "He s got that kind of reputation. They call him<br >Wild Bill."<br > "Way I heard it， he loped right through a bunch of<br >Comanches over in Texas once. The Indians had him<br >i， and some others trapped and somebody had to go for<br >!help. Bill Watson had the fastest horse， and he rode<br ><br >