Friday 9 October 2015

Rules Are Rules



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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