When Buck Peters went to Montana to start a new ranch, he found his partner dead, his cowhands being slaughtered like steers, himself shot full of holes and a neighbor stealing his stock.
It meant on thing: range war.
Only Hoppy could help Buck now--Hoppy, who was in Texas with a newfound bride and a ranch to run.
But Hoppy had no choice. He was Buck's last hope. He had to come.
It meant on thing: range war.
Only Hoppy could help Buck now--Hoppy, who was in Texas with a newfound bride and a ranch to run.
But Hoppy had no choice. He was Buck's last hope. He had to come.
