His jaw muscle proving the steel that lay within ready for action, Rivers asked, "Cowboy, did you happen to ask Montana if it was all right to ride him? He gets a mite ornery when someone tries to ride him but me.'' A slight grin tugged at his lips. "It's true. I haven't see him kill anyone yet." Rivers shook his head slightly as if dreading the sight it would be. "Cowboy, I'd sure hate to see you be the first one." Rivers' hand hovered inches from...