When Tom Chantry rode into the town of Mora, he was on a mission.
The trouble he was in was one he could not handle alone, and he knew the man that could help. His father, the great Borden Chantry, was a man without to many friends, but Tom was sure glad he had this one. So when Tom rode to Mora he was seeking one man, Tyrel Sackett.
He himself had seen the Mora gunfighter but once or twice, and that was when Sackett and his father had saved the town against the gunfighters and outlaws of Ben Curry.
That was a long time ago, and Tome had only been a young child. Now his father was dead, shot to death by the brutal outlaws headed by Frank Ruff. That was behind him though, but he was not sorry for what happened. He lived a different life when he moved east with his mother after his father died. Spending his years as a young man there, he had returned west to buy cattle, and became attached to the land as his father and so many men had. He then married and bought a ranch of his own in New Mexico, and life seemed bright. He then successfully ran cattle for Mr. Sparrow and Mr. Earnshaw. Plus French Williams, a good friend, was never far away with his own men.
Trouble came fast however, and Tom found himself up against odds that seemed unbearable. And right now he needed Tyrel Sackett. It was not just gun trouble that he faced, but also an unsolved mystery involving his father and Tyrel Sackett. Tom knew if any man was to be consulted on this, that it was Sackett.
He found his way to the saloon, and ordered himself a beer. He quizzically glanced around the saloon, liking what he saw.
He realized how Mora was a cleaned up town. The old fiery days of shooting and fights were over here, and the community had settled down. For quite some time Sackett had been marshal here, and it showed.
Tom knew what Sackett was made of, but he was taking a gamble here. Sure Sackett knew his father, but that was long ago, and would Sackett even remember him? After all he had only been a boy then, and he himself knew Sackett very little. No, No, No he thought to himself. This trouble he was facing was directly involved through Sackett, and he needed information at the least from him.
"Well" he said to himself, "it will come with time"
Tossing his drink, Tom Chantry left the saloon and headed out for the ranch of Tyrel Sackett.