@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Two Frank Angel took his horse easily up Liberty’s main street, his gaze taking in the layout of the neat and tidy little town. It was the only way he could describe Liberty. It was a township which had sprung up in the first instance to serve the cattle community developing in the area. Over the years it had become established, more and more businesses opening up, a greater flow of families moving in. Gradually, though still supplying the outlying ranches, Liberty became independent. It prospered and took on an identity of its own. Unlike any ordinary cattle-town, Liberty went further than was usual in its attempts to create a better image for itself. It showed in the clean streets, the cared-for, painted buildings, the atmosphere of orderliness pervading the quiet calm. For some reason he couldn’t figure Frank Angel found Liberty just a little too good to be true. There was a feeling he had about the place, despite the fact he’d only just ridden in.
