Cowboy had been drifting ever since he left his home in Yellow House Creek, Texas, moving from ranch to ranch, following the work for nigh on 15 years. But he had been saving the pay he sweated so hard for, & he reckoned there was enough to set himself up with a spread of his own. He thought he might look into the Triple X Ranch, the one they called the Whiskey Brand. It had prime cattle land, & was a bargain to boot...or so it seemed. The newspaper article said the ranch was to be liquidated, but the fact was, the young widow, Mrs. Lacey, didn't want to sell the Triple X at all. But it looked like she might not have a choice in the matter, & the ranch would be stolen out from under her by a combination of dirty dealers & plumb rotten luck. Cowboy wanted no part of any lowdown swindle, besides, he felt sorry for the widow. So instead, he came up with an idea. A plan that just might keeep the Whiskey Brand in business. There were only 2 things wrong with the plan. It was not only a mit