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Barton hesitated.
He did not trust Rankin, his violent temper, his killer instinct.
But ten years in prison had taught him realities.
They were in a fight, outweighed in both numbers and money.
It was all right to put a bunch of ranchers onto horses, to call them Night Riders, to set out to attack the largest mining combination the country had ever seen if all they wanted was adventure.
But if they really hoped to succeed they needed professionals, men who knew how to use a gun against men, who would match the killers on the other side.

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