SAGEBRUSH SLEUTH
Things were bad in Arizona when the Rangers were formed. Killers, hold-up gangs and rustlers were overrunning the state and getting away with it … and all because there were no real lawmen to bring them to justice. So when cattle boss Bertram Mosehan decided to form the Rangers, he was looking for a special breed of man. Tough. Tenacious. Incorruptible. And handy with a gun. Two Texans seemed to fit the bill perfectly. One of them looked like a dude, but no one was fooled. No one, that is, who knew his name to be Doc Leroy. The other was a young cowboy who wore his guns in a way significant to anyone who knew a fast and dangerous gunfighter when he saw one. Waco was his name.