The Bailey Clan (Bailey Clan Westerns Book 10)

Frontier Justice, Family Loyalty, and One Man’s Fight Against the Odds

Dylan Bailey has always chased opportunity, but when a stop in a dusty Utah town pits him against a ruthless cattle baron, survival becomes his only goal. Outnumbered and wounded, Dylan takes to the mountains, holding out against overwhelming forces as Big Bob Hayes closes in. Yet the Baileys have never been ones to back down. As gunmen tighten their noose, help rides from across the West — but will it arrive in time?

Set against the rugged frontier, The Bailey Clan is a gripping story of resilience, loyalty, and hard-won justice. Join Dylan Bailey and his kin as they fight not just for survival, but for the future of the land they love.

Get your copy of The Bailey Clan today and ride alongside the Baileys in a thrilling stand for justice.

Excerpt from the book

Gunfight in Grayson

Dylan rode into the town of Grayson, Utah, just as dusk was falling. He was tired, dusty and irritable after a long ride. He had brought a herd of cattle from his ranch, the Slash 3B in the San Bernardino Valley of California, all the way up to Montana, and the drive had taken the better part of three months. It was his first drive to Montana, searching for new markets for his beef. Almost seven years ago, he had taken a herd to Oregon when he was eighteen years old, and that sale had stabilized the ranch financially. He had built up his herds after that, and this year he had decided on a trail drive to Montana. He knew it would be a much longer drive than the one he had made to Oregon. It was also a longer drive to Montana than to Kansas. But the price of beef was far better in Montana this year, so after discussing it with his mother, he had made his decision.

He had cut across the southeast corner of Nevada and then gone up through Utah. Taking the herd through Wyoming would have shortened the distance, but the Sioux were restless in Wyoming, so he had taken his herd through the eastern part of Idaho to get to the market in Montana. It had been a grueling three months, facing Indian attacks, rustlers, thunderstorms and flash floods, but they had made it through with the cattle in good shape. He had started from California with a herd of three thousand head, and he had lost two hundred on the way, but there were young calves born on the trail to make up the difference. He had started with a trail crew of twenty-five, including himself, but riding through Utah he had lost one of his men to an attack by rustlers. They had killed seven of the rustlers and driven off the rest, and after that there were no more attacks. He had a tough bunch of vaqueros and cowboys, veterans of many battles, including four cowboys who were veterans of the Civil War. The word had gone out among the lawless that it didn’t pay to attack the Slash 3B herd. He had lost another man in a flash flood, and two were wounded in an Indian attack; but they had taken the cattle through to Montana.

With the sale completed and the herd handed over, Dylan told the buyer, “On the way here, I met some men who came out of towns to see the herd in Utah. One of them told me that there were buyers in Nevada and Wyoming who would take the herd off my hands and make the drive a shorter one.” He paused and then added, “Of course, the price would be less, but I’ve been working out the costs, and I figure that for a shorter distance I could even bring a larger herd.” The buyer told him, “I have a man in Wyoming and one in Nevada. If you’re interested, you could see them on your way back and then decide on your future course of action. They are part of my team, but they set the prices in their areas, so you would have to talk to them.” Dylan told him, “I reckon I might do that, since it wouldn’t take me too much out of my way. It might delay my return home by two weeks, but if I can make a deal for the next drive, then it would be worth it.”