Tabby rode out of the Slant 6 after having spent more than four years working on the big spread. He wasn’t mad or even disappointed. It was just the way of life for a cowhand. The last three years of low prices for cattle had finally forced the boss to sell too much of his big herd to keep so many men. It also meant it would be difficult for him to find a new job. Being a cowhand was all he knew, and it was a life that he enjoyed. He had no real responsibilities and unlike most of the other men, he had no ambitions to have his own ranch or even becoming a foreman. As he approached the town of Watson, he expected to just have himself a good meal and maybe spend the night in a soft bed before continuing his search for that elusive job. Five minutes after entering the town, he was racing out the other end after ducking pistol shots. He glanced behind him and knew that the posse they were forming would chase him down and hang him. He didn’t know why, but he knew they wouldn’t give him the chance to defend himself either.
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