"I'm ridin' to Las Vegas, to get a look at the will, an' see what the
records have got to say about the title to the Double A. Want to go?"
"Sure," the little man grinned.
CHAPTER VIII
THE PLOTTERS
Riding down the gentle slope of the basin, Alva Dale maintained a
sullen silence. He rode far in advance of the two men who accompanied
him, not listening to their voices, which occasionally reached him, not
seeming to be aware of their presence.
Defeat had always brought bitterness to Dale; his eyes were glowing
with a futile rage as he led his men homeward.
Dale's scheme to dispose of Ben Nyland had been carefully planned and
deftly carried out. He had meant to hang Nyland, take possession of
his property, and force Peggy to accept whatever conditions he cared to
impose upon her.
The unlooked-for appearance of Mary Bransford's brother had disturbed
his plans. As a matter of fact, the coming of Bill Bransford would
make it necessary for Dale to make entirely new plans.
Dale was puzzled.
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