Lead Reckoning – He sat the great bay atop a ridge, his shoulders square against the sky, his sun-dark face turned down on Tenkiller. Jim Strike’s long trail had ended in this vast, lush, man-eating country out of which he’d sworn to carve a ranch. He had a thousand in cash in his boots and square cut Arlie Silvershell to partner him. The odds were against them, and so was Silvershell’s haughty, ruthless wife, but Strike had the drive of an empire getter. Eager to begin, he spurred his horse and rode straight through their bloody ambush, the first of many.
