Frye felt the anger hot on his face.  “Doesn’t killing two men mean anything to you?”

“You picked yourself a beauty,” Sundeen said to no one in particular.  “Why does he pack that gun if he’s so against killin’?”

Jordan said, “Maybe it makes him feel important.”

“Now if it was me,” Sundeen said, “I wouldn’t pick a deputy that whined like a woman.”

Jordan was looking at Frye.  “Maybe that’s what this deputy is…only dressed up like a man.

Sundeen grinned.  “Maybe we ought to take his pants off and find out.”

Frye held his eyes on Sundeen.  Just Sundeen—he felt his anger mounting.  “Sundeen, if you want to try, stop by the jail tomorrow.

The Law at Randado

Publisher: Boston : Houghton Mifflin, 1954
Edition: First Edition
Format: Hardcover
Pages: 240 pages
Original Price: $$2.75
LC Control Number: 55005214  
Genre: Western
Special Notes: Filmed as Border Shootout


Kirby Frye, a local boy come home again—with a badge and a reputation in some circles. But to the men with money in Randado, Kirby Frye meant nothing. Twelve upstanding citizens, prompted by a hard-drinking, free-spending cattleman, hanged two of Kirby’s prisoners behind his back and laughed in his face. Frye was young, but no fool. He took their taunts, took their hired men’s blows, and waited. For with a hotheaded sheriff from Tucson and a breed tracker on Kirby’s side, it would be three men against many. And what they didn’t know about Kirby Frye was that three against many was good enough for him—good enough to go up against their guns, good enough to bring the law back to Randado, and good enough to drive a rich man to his knees.