Wind River Outlaw

Reb Santee was his name. He appeared to be just a rough-and-tumble cowboy, with an unruly shock of flaxen hair, and a puckered frown in his laughing blue eyes. But when he first rode into Wind River Basin, the law already had a grudge against himand the grudges multiplied in a hurry, all because he wanted to be honest. In self-defense, he made a chain store business of outlawry. Browns Park, over the line in Colorado; the Robbers Roost, down in the purple wastes of Utah; the Hole-in-the-Wall; the Lost Cabin wildernesshe made them way stations on the outlaw trail, where men on the dodge could get grub, fresh horses, and information. Rustling became organized; banks and railroads began to feel the sting of their activities. The notorious Wild Bunch was blazing a wide trail up and down Wyoming. Stockmen organized; posses scoured the range; guns roared in dark canyons. But no one suspected Reb Santee, everybodys friend and the best-liked man in the Basin, until one fateful day Thrills, excitement, romance, and the best assortment of laughs you ever had in a Western story.