NIGHT RIDER’S MOON [Powdersmoke Range] by Robert J. Hogan

KANE HAD FOUGHT FIRE WITH FIRE AND FISTS WITH FISTS...NOW IT WAS TIME TO BRING OUT THE BIG GUNS!

"Thrills aplenty." —The Boston Post

Necessity had saddled Duke Kane with the thankless job of trail boss—leading a wagon train of true believers, who had lost their church by the great Chicago Fire, to the wide open land of Wyoming. Tall and tireless, Kane had led the discontented ragtail band, who had left all but their lives half a continent away, listening to their complaints and hoping their Wyoming land grant would bring peace and a new beginning.

But Turk Dixon, who ran the local saloon and considered himself owner of all the range thereabout—no matter what any government land grant said—was waiting for them with a powdersmoke welcome...and his hirelings claimed one of the pilgrims' lives before their feet ever touched Wyoming soil!

Kane knew men like Dixon and knew he would have to ride herd over his group of weary pilgrims or leave them to be wiped out by a bullet fusillade at the first excuse. But just as his plans settled into focus, Kane found he was up against not just one Dixon—but two, for backing the saloon owner's every move was his equally ruthless daughter, Revel. And though she admitted her father was riding down the wrong trail, Revel was determined to stand by him till the last shot was fired. Worse as far as Kane was concerned, everything that made Revel such a formidable enemy—courage, lightning intelligence, iron resolution—was making him fall in love with her.

And so, by the fitful light of the Night Rider's moon, Turk Dixon and Revel loosed the full force of their violence on the little band of pilgrims. Once again, the survivors of the Chicago Fire faced a threat of such power that they saw no way out but by whispered prayers. But Kane, whispering to no one, knew that unless he acted fast and thought faster, his charges would perish not by smoke and fire—but by powdersmoke and raging bullets in a valley of no escape...