Old Man Keegan’s cattle were all a few hundred miles from
the nearest sheriff. So out here, the law of the land was more a guideline,
while Keegan’s Rules were Rules.
Most of them were pretty straight forward, always stay within
eyeshot of another cowhand while out tending cattle, no booze on the Sabbath, that
sort of thing.
But a couple… I mean, no contact with redskins was a little
extreme, and shooting on sight any cattle rustlers was a little extreme.
Still, I never meant to fall for Two Little Feathers. But
when I found her with a steer…
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