Ty Devlin's gun hand was a blur as he got off the first shot. His bullet missed. Mine didn't and Devlin -- the big man with the women, the snake-fast killer -- was in the dust. Though Devlin's bullet hadn't killed me, his friends would. I had to get out of Big Falls fast and Colonel Ed Cross gave me the chance -- a trip to salvage his winter herd in the Bluehorn Mountains. But there were a couple of thinks he didn't tell me -- and one was, I'd have been safer shooting it out with Devlin's pals.
Blizzard Herd
