jagged, forested heights and down around to where they could first glimpse the ranch.
Spied at a distance, the barns and corrals and other buildings appeared dwarfed by the tall, sheer cliffs surrounding them on three sides. It was as if the Block-Two-Dot were set in a canyon-locked lagoon, facing a gentle sea of waving grass, and fronting a thin beach of roadway that cut in from a nearby pass. And it looked silent and deserted from where they paused, seeming to sleep in the clouded moonlight. But as they watched, a tiny figure left the bunkhouse and strolled to the corral. In a few moments it returned to the bunkhouse, and the yard was empty again.
âTheyâre still awake,â Daryl commented dryly.
âThen weâll wait,â Ki responded, his eyes surveying the stone walls around the ranch. âUp there.â He pointed toward a fault in one cliff face, which formed a steep but not impossible slope to the top.
Skirting the open valley meadow and keeping to the cover of rocks and trees, they eased along the base of the hills until they reached the cliff. Horses and riders struggled up the slope, hooves slipping and gouging out small avalanches of stone and dirt. When they struck the rim, they rested their mounts awhile, then cautiously rode toward a concealed ledge closer above the ranch.
Finally they dismounted and picketed the horses, moving ahead on foot to a flat rock projecting out from the face of the cliff. They slid out and crouched at the edge, pleased to find they could view the dark, corrugated uplands and the bleak mountains beyond; the purple valley pastures that were mottled with the duskier splotches of cattle; the lofty walls of the box canyon in whose notch the shadowed ranch was nestled. Their perch was ideal, and they settled themselves for a long vigil.
Time passed. A few hands left the bunkhouse now and then, for the outhouse or the barn or corrals. Nothing else happened.
âLetâs go,â Daryl said restlessly. âItâs dead down there.â
Jessica shook her head. âAs you said, theyâre still awake.â
âPlaying poker in the bunkhouse,â Daryl retorted. âSo what? Why are you and Ki so determined to keep tabs on Capân Ryker?â
âBecause heâs been lying through his pearly teeth.â
âCâmon, Jessie, I know youâre competitors, butââ
âItâs because weâre competitors that I know heâs lying. Listen, Rykerâs been saying heâs here to consolidate your ranches into one big operation. Well, if he had enough legitimate money to swing such a big package, heâd send representatives and agents to deal for him.â
âSo he likes to handle it all himself.â
âDaryl, does Ryker look like the kind of man whoâd come out here if he could avoid it? No. And the only reason heâd have to do it himself is if his finances are so shady and his reasons so sneaky that he canât afford the risk of hirelings finding out. He wants the land, Daryl, I donât question that, but his fancy story about Acme needing beef is only a cover to hide his real motive.â
âWhich is?â
âThat,â Jessie sighed, âis why weâre waiting.â
Abruptly they stiffened, hearing the faint beat of horses hooves echoing hollowly from the pass. More lights began glittering in the Block-Two-Dot buildings, and crewmen from the bunkhouse came out into the yard. Ki stared into the darkness toward the pass.
âRiders,â he said.
Jessica kept her eyes on the ranch house. Only two windows were showing any light at all, one being where a front sitting room would be, and the other at the side, in what appeared to be a relatively new addition tacked on to the existing structure. Rykerâs office? It was impossible to tell. The window was draped, allowing only a thin crease of lamplight to filter through.
Six or seven riders streamed out of the
John Grisham
Ed Ifkovic
Amanda Hocking
Jennifer Blackstream
P. D. Stewart
Selena Illyria
Ceci Giltenan
RL Edinger
Jody Lynn Nye
Boris D. Schleinkofer