It was hot, and in the town of Bledsoe, there was no movement out in the open - even the door to the saloon hung limply, sagging on its hinges. There was hatred here, and violence in the making, embedded in the brains of the men who faced each other from opposite ends of the dusty street. There were dozens of them, rivals in a range war, and on the porch of a hotel, a woman shed tears and spoke bitterly to a man who held in his hand a small black bag...