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Canavan drifted down the valley and into a shooting war. The big ranchers were rustlers turned repectable. Now they were fighting with each other. In the middle was a small spread and a woman. Canavan had a mind to stay so he staked a claim. And when the gun hands were gone he'd have everything he wanted--the land, the water . . . and the woman.
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Where the Long Grass Blows 
