Loren knew which men to bring. One was their foreman Vander"s youngest son, Kurt, a cocksure, young man who was more than skillful with a rifle, his years but twenty-four. The other was Loren"s friend and neighbor Frank Ricer. Frank had returned to his father"s hold after inspecting the new lands and returned as rapidly as possible. He knew this land would be his own. The rest of the family had felt relief. There would be no dispute over an heir when the mother passed away. Frank brought in more cattle and sheep and left the rest of the agricultural business to his brother Rhineholt. Like Loren, Frank was a c***k shot with a rifle and showing his middle years through extra bulk. He carefully cultivated a blonde mustache and his blue eyes missed little in the ways of men. Frank had suggeste
