Prominent in Sanderson's thoughts was the realization that Dale had
taken his money. He knew that was the last of it--Dale would not admit
taking it. Sanderson had intended to use the four thousand on the
Double A irrigation project. The sum, together with the three thousand
he meant to draw from the Okar bank, would have been enough to make a
decent start.
Sanderson had some bitter thoughts as he sat on the edge of the cot,
all of them centering around Dale, Silverthorn, Maison, Owen, Mary
Bransford, and himself. He realized that he had been defeated in the
first clash with the forces opposed to him, that Owen had turned
traitor, that Mary Bransford's position now was more precarious than it
had been before his coming, and that he had to deal with resourceful,
desperate, and unscrupulous men.
And yet, sitting there at the edge of the cot, Sanderson grinned. The
grin did not make his face attractive, for it reflected something of
the cold, bitter humor and savage passion that had gripped his soul.
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