The Rawhider

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Thirteenth in the Tales of the Old Wild West series by prolific western author Doyle Trent.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In the tradition of the John Wayne classic western films and legendary television series of Gunsmoke and Bonanza.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The Wild West. If the elements rattlers coyotes and Indian's didn't kill you...the person sitting next to you in the saloon just might...just for the hell of it. This series is presented as self-contained standalone story novels that do not have to be read in any particular order. It gives readers an entertaining glimpse into what individuals from all walks of life encountered as they traversed the untamed western landscape seeking fortune glory a new start or keeping one step ahead of the law behind them.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>HIGH COUNTRY SHOWDOWN</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>John Wesley Budeen was raised a rawhide and knew their grub-liner ways. He could throw a wide loop when need be and was more than passable with a running iron. Then the time came when John Wesley decided to mend his ways and he headed north to homestead a piece up in Colorado. But it didn't take him long to find out his reputation as a rawhide was clinging to him tighter than a tick to a longhorn.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Some high-handed slicker was taking over the high country basin by hiring men to throw together a few logs for a cabin and then turn the quarter-section deeds back to him. And if legal ways didn't work thieving ways did. When John Wesley's new neighbors started to get burned out and shot the finger of suspicion pointed straight at the one-time rawhider. John Wesley knew the time had come to strap on the big iron and drill a hole through the murdering varmint wide enough to drive a span of mules through-or else die in the attempt!</span></p>