Wyoming city

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About 73 million years ago, the pace of uplift quickened as the Rocky Mountains were born in a mountain-building event geologists have labeled the Laramide Revolution after the Laramie Mountains in southeastern Wyoming.

Three years before, he had reluctantly followed his brothers into it from the little ranch in the foothills where Old Man Laramie and his wife had worn away their lives in futile work.

Good thing Frank Laramie died before he could know what skunks his boys turned out to be.

But the old sheriff fell face forward in the dust with a bullet through his heart, and the Laramie gang swept on into the desert, feeding their dust to their hurriedly mounted and disheartened pursuers.

Buck Laramie looked back, to see the door of the last house fly open, and a pig-tailed girl run out to the still figure in the street.

Buck Laramie to lean forward to pat the head of his tired sorrel, for at that instant a bullet ripped through his hat-brim, instead of his head.

He was slinging lead every time Laramie showed an inch of flesh, cloth or leather, and Buck counted the shots.

But then the Winchester was silent, and Laramie was raking the rim with such a barrage of lead that the gunman evidently dared not lift himself high enough to line the sights of a six-gun.

Boxed W ranch, was the only man who knew Buck Laramie was returning to San Leon.

Buck Laramie galloped into San Leon, a sight met his eyes which jerked him back to a day six years gone.

In the lead rode one, who, with his huge frame and careless ease, might have been Big Jim Laramie come back to life again.

So old Pop Anders had stood, that other day, and there was something about this man to remind Laramie of the old sheriff, though he was much younger.

Gravel spurted as the sorrel threw back his head against the sawing bit and came to a sliding stop, and all in one motion Laramie was out of the saddle and on his feet beside the sheriff--half crouching and his six-gun cocked and pointed.

Lead smacked the jambs and splinters flew as Laramie ducked after Anders.

Glaring wildly down Laramie found himself face to face with a vision of feminine loveliness that took his breath away, even in that instant.