CHAPTER 8
It had been three weeks since their meeting with Andy, since he’d issued his orders of no ranch work. Morgan and Warren had gotten so bored, they headed into town. Warren went to the general store while Morgan stood outside, next to the hotel.
Leaning against the wall, Morgan rolled a cigarette. He placed it between his lips and lit it. He shook the match head dead, then tossed it onto the boardwalk.
Through a cloud of smoke, he watched the people of Great Falls come and go before him. Ranchers loaded wagons with supplies. Men walked into and stumbled out of the Broken Spur.
He pinched the tip of his hat at the women who walked by and smiled at the children running beside their mamas. But his smile faded as a shiny black buggy, with the Bar M brand painted on the side, pulled
