Outlaw Kid

Slaughter's my name. Luke Slaughter. Cavill's my business. It's a tough business. It's big business. I've got a big stake in it. There's no man west of the Rio grand big enough to take it from me.

Luke Slaughter of Tombstone! Luke Slaughter of Tombstone! Civil War cavalryman turned Arizona a cattle man. Across the territory from Yuma to Fort Defiance, from Flagstaff to the Wachukas, and below the border through Chihuahua and Sonora, his name was respected, or feared, depending on which side of the law you were on.

Man of Vision, Man of Legend, Luke Slutter of Tombstone. The bunkhouse had quieted down an hour before, and I should have been in bed myself. I stood on the veranda watching the heat-lightning play around Apache Peak.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Then I heard a single rider coming into the ranch, held Benfel leather. I sensed trouble. I was right. Yeah. Luke, that you? Yeah, which thou would you hurry? That little bunch that we cut out for Britain and took to the Upper Mesa this morning.

What about it? Look at him critters his gone. What? Yeah. There's only one trail leading up there. Yeah, and all the tracks on it are pointed down hill. At the bottom they find out toward the border.

How much of a head start have they got? Well, Pete Packer coming for supper and I went out night heard after about three hours, I reckon. Get Pete and Inky from the bunkhouse. Saddle up my night horse.

We've got some riding to do. Get known toward Sunup, Luke. Yeah. I'll be catching up with them brand artists pretty soon, right? Without them knowing it if we can. You're in cow thief. When I get my old Winchester Lord on them, they're going to know.