Louis L’Amour tells the story of two brothers who must struggle to survive in a wild and beautiful land to build themselves a ranch and a future. Trouble was following Flagan Sackett with a vengeance. Captured and tortured by a band of Apaches, he escaped into the rugged San Juan country, where he managed to stay alive until his brother Galloway could find him. But the brothers were about to encounter worse trouble ahead. Their plan to establish a ranch angered the Dunn clan, who had decided that the vast range would be theirs alone. Now Galloway and Flagan would face an enemy who killed for sport—but as long as other Sacketts lived, they would not fight alone. Galloway was thinking of Flagan Sackett. Somewhere in those mountains, without weapons, in a rugged country where the only humans he found we apt to be enemies, he would have to fight for his life alone. Galloway knew what Flagan must do to survive because he knew what he would do -- and because Flagan was his brother in thinking as well as in blood. And for Sackett there was no easy way. action, adventure, mystery, and historical detail, the Sackett saga is an unforgettable achievement by one of America's greatest storytellers. In Galloway , two brothers must struggle to survive in a wild and beautiful land to build themselves a ranch and a future. A desperate stand. . . Trouble was following Flagan Sackett with a vengeance. Captured and tortured by a band of Apaches, he had escaped into the rugged San Juan country, where he would try to stay alive until his brother Galloway could find him. But the brothers were about to find worse trouble ahead. Their plan to establish a ranch angered the Dunn clan, who had decided that the vast range would be theirs alone. Now Galloway and Flagan would face an enemy who killed for sport -- but as long as other Sacketts lived, they would not fight alone. . . action, adventure, mystery, and historical detail, the Sackett saga is an unforgettable achievement by one of America's greatest storytellers. In Galloway , two brothers must struggle to survive in a wild and beautiful land to build themselves a ranch and a future. A desperate stand. . . Trouble was following Flagan Sackett with a vengeance. Captured and tortured by a band of Apaches, he had escaped into the rugged San Juan country, where he would try to stay alive until his brother Galloway could find him. But the brothers were about to find worse trouble ahead. Their plan to establish a ranch angered the Dunn clan, who had decided that the vast range would be theirs alone. Now Galloway and Flagan would face an enemy who killed for sport -- but as long as other Sacketts lived, they would not fight alone. . . Our foremost storyteller of the American West, Louis L’Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the frontier. There are more than three hundred million copies of his books in print around the world. Chapter 1   The old elk walked up the knoll where the long wind blew. The wolves followed.   The elk realized what was happening, but he didn’t know it was only a part of something that had been going on since life began.   He didn’t know that it was because of these wolves or their kindred that he had been strong, brave, and free-running all his past years. For it was the wolves who kept the elk herds in shape by weeding out the weak, the old, and the inept.   Now his time had come, and the wolves were there. He no longer had the speed to outrun them nor the get-about to outfight them, and there were four wolves working as a team, not one of them weighing less than a hundred pounds and two of them nearly twice that.   All he had going for him was his wisdom, and so far he was making a fair country try in getting himself to a place where he could make a stand. You could see, plain as the snow on the mountains yonder, that he was heading for the rocks where he could get his back to the wall.   His trouble was that wolves, like Indians, are patient. They had hunted elk before, had seen all of this happen many times, and they knew they were going to get that elk.   They didn’t know about me. Coming up as I had, they’d caught no wind of me, nor could they guess it was my work they were doing. For I was figuring on having most of that elk myself.   When a man has been on the run and hasn’t had a bite in three days, he’s ready to eat an elk—head, hoofs, and horns—all by himself. Trouble was, I’d no way of killing an elk … or anything else, really, and if those wolves got the idea I was as bad off as I was they might take right in after me.   A lobo is too smart to harry a man unless he’s down and well-nigh helpless. They don’t like the man smell, which always means trouble, but a wolf is born with a keen sense of something ready for the kill … which I was. Up to a point, I was.   My feet were raw and bloody, the flesh churned into a bloody mess by running over the broken rock,