“Shoot him, knife him, string him up, burn him out, it doesn’t matter! Just get him out the way.”
Leo Marburg would trick and cheat and kill without hesitation to possess the entire valley. But Sten Petersen wouldn’t budge.
The letter, addressed “Judd Petersen, Lawman, Kansas”, brought news that Sten had been shot in the back at the family homestead in the Rockies, and nothing was being done to find his killer. It was signed “Fran Healey”. Judd remembered her from ten years back as just a pig-tailed kid in bib-overalls.
The local sheriff had his hands full chasing the rustlers hitting all the neighboring ranches, and the feud between the settlers’ cooperative and the big ranchers, wasn’t helping matters either.
But Judd and Fran were prepared to fight, kill or be killed, for the Petersen homestead on Tinkers Creek.
