Then he reached into a pocket, drew out a
dirty envelope, and threw it at Sanderson's feet.
"You're a damned smart boy, ain't you, Bransford?" he sneered. "But
I'm out to get you--remember that!"
"And you remember this, Dale!"
Sanderson was at the head of the horse Dale rode. His eyes were
blazing with suppressed fury, brought on by the other's threat.
"There's goin' to be a new deal in the basin. From now on I'm runnin'
things--an' they're runnin' square! I ain't got any use for any law
but this!" He tapped the butt of his six-shooter significantly. "An'
if you go to gettin' mixed up with the Double A or the Nyland ranch
you'll get it--plenty!"
Dale grinned, hideously. Then he kicked his horse in the ribs and rode
away.
Mary Bransford had not moved from her position on the porch. Sanderson
watched Dale ride away, then he smiled at Mary and entered the house.
Mary followed him. She saw Owen standing in the sitting-room, and her
face showed her surprise.
Sanderson explained. "Owen an' me framed up on Dale," he said.
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