mesquite jungles, mesas, and rattlesnake dens, and rims out at the Tres Amigos Mountains. Water, water everywhereâexcept at the ranch house, where you have to carry it by bucket from a pozo up on the mesa. I was doing beautifully, Logan ...â
The generalâs finger roved the map, here and there and back again, sausagelike, rigid as a stick, the finger of an old farmer.
âI got the Engineers to do me an irrigation plan and build me a bunkhouse like a barracksâand the house! Oh, youâll see it, the woman will take you through it, proud as a peahen! My wife planted the things she loves, peonies, roses, wisteriaâI told you her mindâs goingânever been the same since she had to pack and leave so that foul gambler could move in! My dreamâIâve had to scale it down a bitâis to have Emily die in her own home. In the four-poster bed I brought from Vermont.â
Henry said, âWere you thinking of her when you bet your ranch in a crap game?â
Ambrose turned to shout, âHis partner lost it for him! The damned fool was going to Denver to buy cattle! Why donât you shut up and listen?â
Henry smiled. âThatâs different. You just gave him the deedâand let him hop a rattler, with the ranch in his pocket.â
âHe had power of attorney to borrow on it,â Stockard said. âAs much as he needed to buy the cattle. Heâs never been seen in the Territory since. But thatâs neither here nor there. Iâve decided to buy the ranch back. Iâll pay you to act as my agent.â
He took an envelope and tossed it before Henry. Smiled and bobbed his head. Henry left it there. Stockard pushed it toward him.
âIâm not trying to hoodwink her,â he said. âBut I canât persuade herâshe wonât listen to me. Just give her that envelope. Make damned sure she reads whatâs in it. It lays everything out so that even a female can understand it.
âThereâs a hundred for you if she accepts,â he added.
âWhy should she listen to me?â
Stockard leaned forward, confidentially. âThe womanâs alone, Henry! Itâs not natural for a woman not to have a man around to keep her mind straight. Mrs. Parrish desperately needs somebody to tell her what to do. And she feels it! Give her a couple of days and sheâll be asking you which skirt she should wear, how to fix the pump, and whether to sell the ranch.â
Ambrose snorted. âAnd then sheâll wear a different skirt and tell you the pumpâs all right now. And sheâs decided to keep the ranch.â
âShe wonât keep it long,â said the general. âShe owes everybody in the county. As soon as Rip is declared legally dead, they can sue and not look bad. What do you say?â
âNothing. I happen to think her husband may still be alive. When I find him, or his body, Iâm through here.â
Ambrose showed his long yellow teeth. âThat should be a snap, Logan. Just sift the sands of Sonora until you find where the bandidos left the carcass.â
âSomething like that. Everybody knows heâs dead. Well, everybody but our whispering buffoon of a sheriff.â He stormed toward some smudged galley proofs hanging from hooks on the wall. âRead this! Iâm running the story tomorrow.â
He yanked loose a long galley proof and shoved it at Henry. âThis is how the town feels! The whole Rip Parrish picture is right there.â
Henry laid the galleys atop the map.
RECALL MOVE GROWS!
Angry Nogalenos held a meeting Tuesday night to consider legal steps to remove Sheriff George âWhispering Georgeâ Bannock from office.
Sheriff Bannock, recently reelected to a third term, was invited to attend the meeting but failed to appear. Citizens of Santa Cruz County had hoped to hear his explanation of why he has not taken steps to declare Richard I. Parrish legally