Three hundred trigger-happy cowhands were on a march from Texas to the cattle market at Dodge City. Suddenly a herd owner and his range boss were found murdered. Suspicions flared. Trigger fingers began itching. Nearly every cowhand present was a Texan and a Texan isn't given to arguing with words. A first-class range war was in the making when Walt Slade, astride his big black horse Shadow, rode into the encampment. Slade was a two-gun, lightening-on-the-draw man, but he was up against cattle thieves who would shoot any jigger who interfered with their plans to rustle the biggest haul ever manoeuvred West