Valley of the Savage Men — Harry Whittington

Across the clearing three gunslicks yelled to each other, racing out and darting into the rocks below Dushane. But when he raised his head to fire, men on the mound drove him back to cover with a fast volley of gunfire. In the valley of savage men, Dushane ducked low, hearing the deadly whistle of the bullets. By the same author: Desert Stake-Out High Fury Saddle the Storm Trouble Rides Tall