"You could see him if you was half lookin'," he said slowly.
"So I could," guffawed Dale. "But if there's a pretty girl around----"
"You come here on business, Dale?" interrupted Sanderson. "Because if
you did," he went on before Dale could answer, "I'd be glad to get it
over."
"Meanin' that you don't want me to be hangin' around here no longer
than is necessary, eh?" said Dale.
"You've said a heap," drawled Sanderson.
"Well, it won't take a long time," Dale returned. "It's just this.
I've got word from Las Vegas that you've swore to an affidavit sayin'
that you're Will Bransford. That's all right--I ain't got nothin' to
say about that. But there's a law about brands.
"Your dad registered his brand--the Double A. But that don't let you
out. Accordin' to the law you've got to do your registerin' same as
though the brand had never been registered before. Bein' the only law
around here--me bein' a deputy sheriff--I've got to look out for that
end of it.
"An' so, if you'll just sign this here blank, with your name and
address, specifyin' your brand, why, we'll call it all settled.
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