Silverthorn saw a lean-faced, broad-shouldered young man with a strong
chin, a firm mouth, and an eye that fixed him with a steady, unwavering
interest.
By the gleam in Sanderson's eyes Silverthorn divined that he was in the
presence of a strong, opposing force, and he drew a slow, deep breath.
"Well?" he said, again.
"You're Dave Silverthorn?"
The other nodded. "What can I do for you?" he questioned.
"You can listen while I talk," said Sanderson.
"I'm Will Bransford, of the Double A. I have heard from several
sources that you an' Alva Dale are after the title to the Double A.
You want the water-rights. You can't have them. An' the title to the
Double A stays with me. Understand that? I am goin' to hold on to the
property.
"I've heard you can juggle the law--that's your business. But you
can't juggle the law enough to horn in on the Double A. If you do, I'm
comin' for you with a law of my own!" He tapped his gun bolster
significantly.
"That's all," he concluded. "Are you sure you understand?"
"Perfectly," answered Silverthorn.
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