Friends - Charles Hackenberry

Back In The Winter Of 77 I Was Deputying Up In Two Scalp, Dakota Territory; Waiting For My Friend Clete Shannonwho Was The Sheriff There At The Timeto Say The Word For Us To Quit Our Jobs And Head Southbeing Cletes Deputy Give Me Mighty Little To Do But Think Things Over, Morning Or Night. Two Scalps Deadern A Sucker In A Sandstorm.this Lazy Peace Would Not Last.willie Goodwin Had Seen A Lot Of Life; He Knew How The Death Wind Could Blow Into A Mans Life On A Clear Sunny Day Without A Sip Of Warning. He Thought He Knew How Treacherous Life Could Bethats Why He Drank.when Nell Larson Complained That Someone Was Spooking Her Cattle Late At Night, Neither Willie Nor Clete Recognized The Danger.when Nells Cabin Was Burned And Nell Murdered, And When Clete Was Shot By The Same Faceless Enemy, Willie Saddled His Horse And Went Looking For Justice And For The Answer To The Puzzle Of Why These Horrible Crimes Were Committed.willies Manhunt Would Become An Odyssey Of Death And Vengeance.