Rimrock Trail

GRIT Mormon Peters carefully shifted his weighty bulk in the chair that he dared not tilt, gazing dreamily at the saw-toothed mountains shimmering in the distance, sniffing luxuriously the scent of sage.

They oughter spell Arizona with three 'C's,' he said.

Why? asked Sandy Bourke, wiping the superfluous oil from the revolver he was meticulously cleaning. 'Count of Climate, Cactus, Cattle - an' Coyotes. Makin' four, 'stead of three, said the managing partner of the Three Star Ranch.