Reb Santee was his name. He appeared to be just a rough-and-tumble
cowboy, with an unruly shock of flaxen hair, and a puckered frown in his
laughing blue eyes. But when he first rode into Wind River Basin, the
law already had a grudge against him-and the grudges multiplied in a
hurry, all because he wanted to be honest. In self-defense, he made a
chain store business of outlawry. Brown's Park, over the line in
Colorado; the Robbers' Roost, down in the purple wastes of Utah; the
Hole-in-the-Wall; the Lost Cabin wilderness-he made them way stations on
the outlaw trail, where men on the dodge could get grub, fresh horses,
and information. Rustling became organized; banks and railroads began to
feel the sting of their activities. The notorious "Wild Bunch" was
blazing a wide trail up and down Wyoming. Stockmen organized; posses
scoured the range; guns roared in dark canyons. But no one suspected Reb
Santee, everybody's friend and the best-liked man in the Basin, until
one fateful day... Thrills, excitement, romance, and the best assortment
of laughs you ever had in a Western story.