also killed his brother. That would be enough motivation for me too. Yet here I was, on assignment from the Denver Sun and courting a wealthy banker's daughter, and now I would be forced to look over my shoulder again.

How could I even think about starting a life with Mallie McNab knowing that the Bledsoe clan was after me?

I had been staring into my coffee mug, obviously absorbed by such thoughts. When I looked up, I noticed Wyatt looking at me as though he knew what was running through my mind.

"You may not want to hear this, Billy," he said, "but at some point down the trace, you are going to have to deal with that Nate Bledsoe feller and whoever he has backin' him. Men like that are like pants rats. You have to delouse 'em." I nodded, and Charley spoke...

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