Trail Town

LAW AND ORDER WERE HIS GAME. GUNS AND GUTS HIS WAYRiver Bend stood, tough and dusty, at the end of a thousand-mile cattle trail. For the men who rode the long, hard Texas cattle drives, it was a rootin'-tootin' trail town where they could quench their thirst for whiskey, women and a rousing fight. But Sheriff Dan Mitchell wasn't worried about rowdy cowpokes-the man with the star was as quick with his gun as he was with his fists...and his wits. When it came to law and order, he meant business: Trouble was the saloonkeepers and the so-called respectable folks who had put him in office, had their own notions as to the extent of the law. And they didn't expect the sheriff to be such an independent cuss. Each wanted him out-for his own reasons. Now Mitchell kept his .44s belted around his waist and the Henry rifle in his saddleboot...ready to keep the law his way-or die trying."e;MOVES STEADILY, RELENTLESSLY FORWARD WITH GRIM POWER."e;-THE NEW YORK TIMES

LAW AND ORDER WERE HIS GAME. GUNS AND GUTS HIS WAYRiver Bend stood, tough and dusty, at the end of a thousand-mile cattle trail. For the men who rode the long, hard Texas cattle drives, it was a rootin'-tootin' trail town where they could quench their thirst for whiskey, women and a rousing fight. But Sheriff Dan Mitchell wasn't worried about rowdy cowpokes-the man with the star was as quick with his gun as he was with his fists...and his wits. When it came to law and order, he meant business: Trouble was the saloonkeepers and the so-called respectable folks who had put him in office, had their own notions as to the extent of the law. And they didn't expect the sheriff to be such an independent cuss. Each wanted him out-for his own reasons. Now Mitchell kept his .44s belted around his waist and the Henry rifle in his saddleboot...ready to keep the law his way-or die trying."e;MOVES STEADILY, RELENTLESSLY FORWARD WITH GRIM POWER."e;-THE NEW YORK TIMES