Silver Canyon
Chapter One
I RODE DOWN from the high blue hills and across the brush flats into
Hattan's Point, a raw bit of spawning hell scattered hit or miss
along the rocky slope of a rust-topped mesa.
This was the country for a man, a big country to grow in, a country
where every man stood on his own feet and the wealth of a new land
was his for the taking.
Ah, it's a grand feeling to be young and tough, with a heart full of
hell, strong muscles, and quick hands! And the feeling that
somewhere in the town ahead there's a man who would like to cut you
down to size with hands or gun.
It was like that, Hattan's Point was, when I swung down from my
buckskin. A new town, a new challenge; and if there were those who
wished to try my hand, let them come and be damned.
I knew the raw whiskey of this town would be the raw whiskey of the
last. But I shoved open the batwing doors and walked to the bar and
took my glass of rye and downed it, then looked around to measure
the men at the bar and the tables.
None of them were men whom I knew, yet I had seen their likes in a
dozen towns back along the dusty trails I'd been rid ... read full excerpt from: SILVER CANYON (E-BK) ebook
