bound to turn over the spread to him.
He didnât know what to think of Chapâs death. Who could have killed him, and why? Will met a blank there. He knew nothing about Chap, about his enemies. Chap had lived a lifetime here, and all men have enemies. Will didnât have a clue to his death; only Phipps could unravel that killing.
The other thing that troubled him was the presence of Charlie Sommers. It could mean that he was on Miltâs trail, or it could mean nothing except that he was passing through on business of his office.
Before he ate Will had a drink in Mohrâs saloon and learned that Chap was to be buried early that afternoon from the small white church down one of the back streets. Will didnât go to the services, but he was the first one at the small bleak cemetery out on the flats where the fresh earth from Chapâs grave was drying in the sun.
A lot of people were at Chapâs funeral, among them Phipps, Case and Becky, and Pres Milo. The words that were spoken there didnât mean much to Will; he thought of Chap only as an old man with a passionate interest in justice, a man who had befriended him and counseled himâand whose counsel he had not followed. And during that service he made a private vow that he would get Chapâs killer if it turned out to be Milt himself. He would see Mygrave, tooâsheriff or no sheriff.
After the services, Will hunted out Sheriff Phipps, who was dressed in a hot black suit. The old man looked sad, for Chap Hale was one of his friends. He greeted Will coolly when Will spoke to him, and led him out of the slow stream of people who were heading for their buggies and horses at the cemetery tie rail.
âIâd like to ask a couple of questions, sheriff,â Will began.
Phipps nodded.
Will asked, âDo you know the man that waited on the landing for Chap?â
Phipps angrily shook his head. âIf I did, would I be here now?â
âWho are Chapâs heirs?â
âRelatives back East.â
âWhoâs handlinâ his property?â
Phipps looked at him curiously.
âHis executor is Angus Case.â
Will was inwardly dismayed at that, but his lean face was impassive. Only the gray eyes gave a hint of trouble as he thanked Phipps, and the sheriff went on.
Will saw Becky and Angus Case walking slowly toward their buggy, and he followed them, determined to learn everything now.
Case was just picking up the reins when he saw Will approach. Over his face came an expression of stolid dislike.
Will touched his hat to Becky and then said to Case, âI understand youâre Chapâs executor, Case.â
âThatâs right.â
âI want to explain what youâll find when you look over Chapâs papers.â Will said evenly. âHe bought the Pitchfork place for me, you know.â
âSo I heard.â
âBut the title is still in his name,â Will said.
Case stared at him, frowning.
âHowâs that?â
âChap thought maybe after Iâd seen the place that Iâd change my mind about wantinâ it. So he bought it in his own name. I didnât change my mind, and he was goinâ to make over the title to me. I donât think he got around to it before he died.â
Case said slowly, âThen the spread ainât yours legally?â
âIt was bought with my money, but the titleâs in Chapâs name.â
Case looked at him a long moment, and then cleared his throat.
âYouâll get your money back,â he said.
Will flushed. âI donât want the money, Case. I want the spread.â
Case said, smiling thinly, âIâm to be the judge of that, I reckon. As Chapâs executor, I have the right to dispose of the property.â
Will was getting mad, and he knew it and didnât care. âYouâll sell it to me, Case, or Iâll make you!â he said
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