They knew him as Matt Brannon, the Texas gunfighter, a right salty one when riled. He traveled north to escape the reputation he did not want. At the Powder River in Montana, he met an Irish lass. One look into her eyes, and he was a gonerawithout even drawing his gun. The two were married and traveled to the Canadian territories in a covered wagon, outlasting several hair-raising adventures on the way. From the Powder River to an isolated creek valley known as Lariat Cross, a dynasty was createdaa three generation one that flourished in this new land. The story does not end there, with much more to come.