Shorty Carroway's breath came in gasps from between a pair of bruised, bleeding lips. His weight resting on the heaving chest of the big man under him, knees jammed into the bulging muscles of that beaten man's forearms, Shorty's full-swung slaps jolted the swollen, battered face. Then the little cowpuncher's hand gripped the shock of hair and raised the big head from the sawdust-covered floor. Got a plenty? Shorty shifted his weight to one side and a sharp-roweled, long-shanked spur raked the ribs beneath the big man's heavy mackinaw. He grinned mirthlessly into the bloodshot eyes of the heavyweight champion of the Little Rockies....