The cheaters: Adam steele

About The cheaters: Adam steele

Accord, Wyoming. To Steele it looked like some sort of ghost town. Nothing moving, no people, no horses, not even a cur dog. Nothing except the hot dry wind bowing down the one street, raising a little dust. His horse's hooves echoed over-loud as he rode warily through. But not a ghost town. The wooden buildings too new, cared for. Besides this was no mining area where men moved on when the ore was over. This ws good grazing country, watered and fertile. Then, suddenly, Steele found people. A crowd gathered the far side of town, watching. Under a tree a young fear-sweated cowhand waited, his wrists bound. From the tree dangled a rope. Steele was just in time for the hanging, just in time to get involved in a range war that would stain too much bad blood across the good land.