This book is written by Noel M Loomis. Beecher was a large man, so big that he made his sorrel gelding look like a pony. He was a man who had experienced many triumphs and many disappointments, which had served to make him cautious. Death could be waiting for him anywhere - behind the next tree, in a nearby gulley, up on a ridge - for the gun-crazy Dillon brothers were on his trail. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
