" He told Owen of his mental
torture following the discovery of the letter that had disappeared from
the dresser drawer. "We've got to run together from now on," he told
Owen. "I'll be Bransford an' you'll be Bransford's name. Mebbe
between us we'll make a whole man."
Over at the Bar D, Dale was scowling at Silverthorn.
"He ain't Will Bransford," Dale declared. "He signed his name all O.K.
an' regular, just the same as it was on the letter. But just the same
he ain't a Bransford. There ain't no Bransford ever had an eye in him
like he's got. He's a damned iceberg for nerve, an' there's more fight
in him than there is in a bunch of wildcats--if you get him started!"
"Just the same," smiled Silverthorn, silkily, "we'll get the Double A.
Look here--" And the two bent their heads together over Dale's desk.
CHAPTER XII
DALE MOVES
A passionate hatred of Alva Dale was slowly gripping Sanderson. It had
been aroused on that first day of his meeting with the man, when he had
seen Dale standing in front of the stable, bullying Mary Bransford and
Peggy Nyland and her brother.
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