Ben Farley's Word Was Law! No man
challenged his gun or his oil-field roustabouts. Those who tried it saw
their rigs burned, their supplies stolen, their men beaten. Joe Grant
knew this. But when his boss was killed and young Bud Muller was clubbed
senseless, he had to fight back. Farley's roustabouts rushed him,
smashed his head with a gun butt, crashed their steel-capped boots
against his ribs. Barely conscious, Grant rolled and went for his gun.
Farley smiled down at the prostrate man. Then he leveled the muzzle of
his .38 at Grant's head.
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