There was room enough in the valley, but Ike Quarles didn't think so. Now he and his hired killers had served notice on Brad-drift or die!
"I'm about through drifting," Brad said slowly. "I was thinking about taking up a homestead."
Then he was silent, watching them sit their horses, waiting for the abrupt twitch of a hand-the sudden, lunging move that would explode this whole valley into murderous, bullet-screaming range war!
