Philip Armour sat in his fortress-like office, holding two telegrams.
One, from Nebraska, was from his chief representative, Bado, who described in a tone bordering on humiliation the shooting that occurred in broad daylight and the ultimate change of ownership of the Platte River Ranch.
The other was an "invitation" from Felix Argyle in New York, full of mockery yet clearly pointing out his predicament in Philadelphia.
His Western Livestock Cooperative plan had completely collapsed due to a broken capital chain and the cash offensive from Argyle Company. His carefully laid out western front crumbled within a month.
"Argyle..." Armour slowly uttered the name, a chill appearing in his usually narrowed eyes.
It seemed he had encountered an unprecedented opponent—one who not only had money but also understood how to use intrigue and power better than him.
But Armour was not one to give up easily.
