The herd thundered around the bend. Jim Hatfield’s keen eyes were trained on the trail ahead. Suddenly, he raised his voice to warn the others, but his words were quickly drowned out by a roar of gunfire. Smoke spurted from behind rocks and crags. Slugs hissed through the air. Nearby, two cowhands spun from their saddles and toppled to the earth as the ambushers’ bullets burned into their flesh.
The valley was rich with sprawling range and virgin timber. No one man could claim it all, yet one greedy gunslinger tried in a bullet-screaming, sneak attack that caught everyone off guardeveryone except the tall, lean stranger they called Jim Hatfield who palmed his six-guns and fought back in the name of the Texas Rangers!