nickname. But his firmness held steady as he nodded.
âFine, then,â Buck agreed. âIâll get by alone OK tonight and tomorrow. At sundown tomorrow Iâll be in that bunch of rocks and scrub trees, kindâa off by itself, about three miles east of here. You know it?â
âRight. Itâs around halfway between Thompsonâs and Bloughâs ranches,â Jake confirmed.
âYou got it. If you donât make it before the sun is fully set, wait âtil the next night to come.â
Strickland leveled a long and intense look at Buck as he muttered, âSee you soon.â
He saddled his sorrel and headed northeast, in the direction of his home ranch.
Buck watched until the top hand was out of sight. Then he broke camp and got on the geld, traveling south. After riding for well over an hour, he came to the abandoned sod house with its corral of rotted poles. Just the way things were when heâd first discovered this place by accident, Buck knew hardly anybody came to the soddy or was even aware it was there. He guessed he was as safe as a man in his circumstances could be. Safer, at least, than staying behind, alone, where his own rope had been put around his neck.
He watered the horse Jake had brought him out of a small pool caught below the spring of the stream close by, and hobbled it on fair graze. Making himself as comfortable as he could manage, he settled down to wait.
But Buckâs mental turmoil refused him rest. The small dingy house did little to cheer him. He went outside to sit on a rise and watch the horizon, just to make sure nobody would stumble in on him. As he waited, his thoughts teemed and whirled around. What if Jake couldnât set up the ranchersâ meeting without giving away Buckâs position?âWhich was exactly why heâd moved camp so soon after Jakeâs departure.
In fact, could he really trust Strickland? The man had saved his hide, but then, he was definitely for law and order. Maybe heâd only done it to spite Newt Yocumâs high-handed way of doing things.
Buckâs sweaty palm pushed the dark chestnut hair from his forehead and rubbed his throbbing temples. Damned if he knew what to think, but at least he reckoned heâd handled it right. The meeting place was good. Nobody could sneak up on it, with open prairie on all sides. Heâd be able to see anyone coming long before they got there. Yeah, heâd taken care of that fairly decent.
He started to think and plan again. If this didnât work out, heâd have to disappear. It occurred to him to get hold of the money heâd hidden in the base log of Henry Blough âs bunkhouse, at least.
Sure! he thought as his pounding heart pulsed the first healthy color into his face in days. And if he didnât want to be accused of horse thieving, heâd better go get his own mare. Then, too, he had another pair of pants and a couple of pairs of socks in the bunkhouse.
And he needed a gun. Heâd have to time it so as to arrive when Old Man Blough and Nancy were sound asleep, or at least too busy to notice him when he slipped in and lifted his stuff.
An unbidden notion flushed Buck. Then he considered it more soberly. What was his bossâs wife really like? Sheâd appeared to him to be kind and gentle. Warm, friendly, and very feminineâbut only in a proper and ladylike way. Certainly not likeâit almost made him choke to reflect on the image. Not like what his sister Rebekah was: a chit whoâd give herself openly to a man, and pleasure herself outright in it.
And yet, heâd seen Newt Yocum leaving Nancyâs house in the dead of night, when her husband was away.
Just who in hell did he think he was? Buck rebuked himself bitterly. He shook his head as if trying to throw away his guilt. After all, heâd damned near done it to Sarah.
Buck couldnât face his disturbed ponderings. He trained his mind instead upon the
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