By William Patterson White.

Exerpt: his lips with relish as he gazed at his brother. Red began to swear. He heatedly cursed the robbers and their immediate ancestors as he hitched up his chaps and started off in the direction of his brother's corral.

"I'm gonna borrow one o' yore hosses," he flung back over his shoulder.

"Help yoreself," Tom called after him. "Take Jack Owens saddle. She's hangin inside the front door."

"Guess we've done learned all we need here," said the methodical Kansas. "Might as well scare up a posse now an do a li'l trailin."

They had no need to scare up a posse. Every Farewell citizen, on hearing the news….

Boston Little Brown (1920) 407p.