Mavericks

Show Excerpt told him. "If that's the case we'll serve notice on the nesters to get out," Healy replied. Buck grinned. Indomitable fighter though he was, he had been unable to roll back the advancing tide of settlement. Here and there homesteaders had taken up land and had brought in small bunches of cattle. Most of these were honest men, others suspected rustlers. But Buck's fiat had not sufficed to keep them out. They had held stoutly to their own and--he suspected--a good deal more than their own. Calves had been branded secretly and cows killed or driven away. "Go to it, Brill," Weaver jeered. "I'm wishing you all the luck in the world." He touched his pony with the spur and swept up the road in a cloud of white dust. Not till he had disappeared did conversation renew itself languidly, for Seven Mile Ranch was lying under the lethargy of a summery sun. "I expect Buck's got the right of it," volunteered a brawny youth known as Slim. "All you got to do is to take up a claim near a couple of big outfit