Cassidy

THOSE EYES. THEY’D SEEN HIS FATHER

TORTURED AND A DOZEN OTHER MEN DIE.

NOW THEY WERE LOOKING TO KILL EVERY

MAN WHO CALLED HIMSELF “RANCHER.” 


A BOY WHO SEES HIS PA DIE LIKE AN ANIMAL

BECOMES A MAN WHO KILLS LIKE ONE.  


His father's "crime" was building a home in a green Oregon valley. His father's killers were ranchers who believed their greed and guns gave them a lease on every man's land—and every man's life.  


As Cassidy grew older, he grew quieter and meaner. He was learning the killing skills of a gunman and he was waiting. Waiting for the day he could kill enough ranchers to ease his hatred. But for a hatred as big as Cassidy’s, “enough” meant the whole rotten breed.  


Then he got his chance. Ranchers were hiring guns for a range war. They wanted every settler swinging from a tree. Cassidy knew if the set­tlers had one gun fast enough and a leader who hated enough, it wouldn't be the settlers hang­ing in the Wyoming wind.


 Three-time Winner of the Spur Award

Wayne D. Overholser