”“Yes,” Cuthbert said. Jonas’s mood, at rock bottom when he stepped into the Travellers’ Rest, was now very much on the rebound. “The biggest is out at Francis Lengyll’s Rocking B ranch, and I recall when it useter run. ”Susan came back in, burdened with the stolen gear which had been tied to Capi’s saddle.
Neither of them had had any reason to doubt the man’s story. Not ka; she would not be seduced by the dark and the shadows and the grim shapes of the oil derricks into believing it was. He waited until he felt sure she must be well away. He dragged his horse’s head around with his usual unthinking and ham-handed force, booted its flanks, and headed east, thinking of the old bastard as he went.
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