Gunsmoke justice

It had been a long ride--all the way from the Bitterroot mountains of Montana. Brad Jordan was a big man, leathery and saddle-tough, but he was tired now and feeling mean, knowing the girl was waiting for his answer ... knowing it meant killing ... 'Water and land for everybody, ' he mused. He put out a hand as if to feel the dirt. 'It's a good country.' He looked down at the girl and made his decision. 'It's worth fighting for.' There was room enough in the valley, but Ike Quarles didn't think so. Now he and his hired killers had served notice on Brad - drift or die! 'I'm about through drifting, ' Brad said slowly. 'I was thinking about taking up a homestead.' Then he was silent, watching them sit on their horses, waiting for the abrupt twitch of a hand--the sudden, lunging move that would explode this whole valley into murderous, bullet-screaming range war!