looked sharply at the Young boys. Mel had a boot heel hooked over one of the gate poles, and his battered Stetson was shoved back off his forehead. He was chewing idly on a hay straw and when he looked at Ike his eyes were mild, innocent.
âWhatâs this?â Ike demanded.
âYou told us to watch out for any strange beef this side of the line, didnât you?â
Ike looked at Garretson and said cautiously, âSome of your stuff stray over, Harve?â
âFive miles over,â Jim Young drawled. He was squatted by Mel, and his eyes also were innocent, Ike noticed.
Garretson said angrily, âIâll give you a chance to return âem, Ike, and Iâll forget to tell Will about this.â
Ike, up to now, had been faintly embarrassed, remembering that Garretson, like all the outfits in the Indigos, had been good neighbors to Hatchet. But Ike didnât like threats, and after considering this a moment he decided it was a threat.
He said, âIâll tell him myself. How far over the line was your stuff?â
âFive miles,â Jim Young repeated.
Ike said flatly, âIâm askinâ him,â to Jim Young.
Mel said, âJim just wanted to be sure you heard right.â
Ike, nettled, turned back to Garretson. âThat right?â
Garretson came over to him and put a hand on Ikeâs horse, and now his voice was confidential. âThatâs right, Ike. Only letâs get some sense into this talk.â
Ike didnât say anything, and Garretson went on persuasively, âYou know and I know that Will and John Evarts donât aim to try and keep all of old Hatchet. They canât. Well, these cattleââhe gestured toward the horse pastureââare my claim to that chunk that borders on me. Thatâs only reasonable, ainât it?â
âYouâre pretty sure,â Ike drawled ominously.
âSure?â Garretson laughed easily. âKnow whoâs part owner of them cattle with me, Ike? Lowell Priest.â
Ike was startled. The whole country knew that Will was going to marry Lottie Priest someday. Certainly Priest wouldnât allow his cattle to be driven onto Hatchet, risking seizure, unless Will had given the word to go ahead. But Will hadnât said anything to him, and that was enough for Ike.
He said, âMebbeso. Iâll ask him.â
âThatâs right,â Garretson said, and he turned to the Young brothers. âI told you fellows this was Priestâs herd. Now help me cut âem out!â
âTheyâll keep right here,â Ike said.
Garretson turned on him. âYou mean youâre goinâ to hold âem anyway?â
âTill Will says to drive âem back, I am.â
Garretson stood there, speechless with anger. Jim Young rose and handed him two six-guns and drawled mildly, âWeâll let you know what he says.â
Garretson took the two guns, gave one to his man, who had watched this with utter indifference, and tramped over to his own horse. He stepped into the saddle and pulled his horse around, facing Ike.
âYouâll be damn sorry for this, Ike!â he shouted, shaking his fist. âThe whole scummy crew of you will get your time for this!â
âGood-by, Mr. Garretson,â Ike said dryly.
Garretson roweled his horse, and his puncher fell in beside him, and they rode rapidly down the fence line.
Ike looked over at the herd in the horse pasture. Garretsonâs bunch had been the biggest catch yet. The grass was nearly gone in the pasture, and Ike didnât have any idea what Will was going to do with all the captive cattle, but it was at least tangible evidence that Hatchet was fighting. He looked now at the Youngs.
Mel said, âWe kind of figured we already had this bunch, and we didnât have that other bunch you was talkinâ about, so we brought âem in.â
âAny trouble?â
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