telling.â
âMake it as short as you like, or as slow as you need,â came the resigned reply. âAfter all, I did ask.â
Buck had time to think. In the last three days, it felt like heâd had too much time. He considered how much to tell this man who had saved his life, and had come to the conclusion that he owed Jake. But only Jake, and nobody else.
He started with his fast ride out of San Antonio, and why heâd taken a horse that he had no title to. Then he described Glenn Saltwell âs trail drive, and his own subsequent discovery that he was helping to move stolen cattle.
Buck had to stop often for sips of water, and also to take rest periods for his voice. It sounded to Stricklandâs ears like a crow with a sore throat. By late afternoon, Buck managed to get to the actual delivery of cattle to Glenn Saltwell. Jake could hear his anger at how he felt both the rustler and Henry Blough had used him. His voice was bitter as he concluded heâd tallied up and had still come out seventy dollars behind.
Jake grunted, wondering about it all. He knew he was only hearing one side of the story, and yet he wanted to believe it. Could this kid somehow be totally in the right? God, he hoped so.
Buck spoke again, raw with pain and rage.
ââCourse, I was sore as a boil at Glenn, but I wanted my money. So when I saw his men changing the Standing Arrow brand to a pine tree, I figured here was the way to get my wagesâ worth. And thatâs how I came to get caught rebranding my bossâs steers.â
Strickland sat digesting the tale, his head down and his elbows resting on his knees. At last he raised his searching eyes to Buckâs face, probing for the look of truth.
âQuestion comes to mind,â he said finally, as he settled on what he thought he saw.
âWill you give what money you got for the cattle to Mr. Blough?â
Buckâs tone was as metallic as a sixgun. âSure. Iâll give Old Blough the thirty, soon as I get the hundred he owes me. Ainât much to ask, seeinâ itâs fair.â
His words cracked with a powerful emotion Jake hadnât as yet seen him show.
âSeeinâ Iâve forever lost the chance to follow my girl to Oregon.â
Jake shook his head. Yeah, the kid would feel marked, all right. And betrayed, and screwed, and a hell of a lot more.
He said, âOK, I see your point. Iâll do what I can, but itâd look better to the ranchers on this range if you was to give Blough the thirty, regardless. Think you could sit a horse, come tomorrow early?â
A vein of clear strength cut through what would be Buckâs permanent huskiness of speech.
âYes, I can do whatever I set my mind to. If you want me to meet Old Man Blough and a couple of the other ranchers, Iâll show. I ainât sure right now how much Iâll tell on Saltwellâs operation. Maybe I never cottoned to Glenn, But I did work for him. Ainât used to being Judas to nobody.â
Jakeâs eyes narrowed. Not only did his young friend show the blunt, practical honesty heâd seen at the hanging tree, but a fast shot of maturity, as well.
âI take it you donât aim to meet with Newt Yocum at all? And Blough only so long as other and neutral men are there?â
âYou hit the nail square, Jake.â
Buck shrugged his shoulders. âIf you mean to set up a meet, Iâll wait someplace âtil you come and let me know Iâll be treated fair.â
âTell you what,â Jake bargained, uncoiling like a length of rope as he stood up. âIâll leave right now. Iâll bypass Blough and that so-called deputy and go right to my own boss. Then Iâll join you wherever you say at dusk tomorrow, and weâll decide from there.â
âDaniel Thompson?â Buck demanded. âYouâd speak to Wide Loop on my behalf?â
Strickland flinched at his bossâs
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