Chapter Sixty Three:
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STATEN MOVED AMONG his men inside the main barn. The sounds of horses stomping and blowing out air surrounded him, along with the rub of leather against leather and spurs jingling as his men saddled up.
Most of the guys had been working all day, but their horses were fresh and ready to run. Even the animals seemed to pick up the excitement circling in the air like a dust devil on freshly plowed ground.
For a moment Staten felt he’d stepped back in time to the wild days of the West. And maybe he had. For miles around they only had one sheriff and one ranger. Not enough lawmen to stop what was about to happen on his land. Even though both lawmen would do the legal thing, the right thing, they didn’t truly understand what the land meant to him. It was in his blood,
