"You haven't told me how he looked," she said.
Sanderson lied. He couldn't tell her of the dissipation he had seen in
her brother's face, nor of the evilness that had been stamped there.
He drew a glowing picture of the man he had buried, and told her that
had he lived her brother would have done her credit.
But Sanderson suffered no remorse over the lie. For he saw her eyes
glow with pride, and he knew that the picture he had drawn would be the
ideal of her memory for the future.
CHAPTER XVII
THE TRAIL HERD
Kent Williams went to Lazette, and Sanderson spent the interval during
his departure and return in visiting the cattlemen and settlers in the
basin. The result of these visits was a sheaf of contracts for water,
the charge based on acreage, that reposed in Sanderson's pockets.
According to the terms of the contracts signed by the residents of the
basin, Sanderson was to furnish water within one year.
The length of time, Sanderson decided, would tell the story of his
success or failure.
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