The Whiskey Traders — Wade Everett

Anybody could make his own whiskey, and sell it to anyone else except Indians. And of course if you made and sold whiskey across the border in Canada -- specifically in a town going by the unlikely but logical name of Fort Whoop-Up -- why, the U.S. Federal Marshal couldn't lay a finger on you any way at all. Unless you met up with an undercover agent who was stubbornly out to do his job no matter what the law said . . .