Dale, however, was intensely human and individualistic. He was not as
subtle nor as smooth as his confederates. And money was not the only
incentive which would drive him to commit crime. He was a gross
sensualist, unprincipled and ruthless, and Sanderson's hatred of him
was beginning to overshadow every other consideration.
Sanderson went to sleep with his bitter thoughts, which were tempered
with a memory of the gentle girl at whom the evil agencies of his
enemies were directed. They were eager to get possession of Mary
Bransford's property, but their real fight would be, and was, against
him.
But it was Mary Bransford that he was fighting for, and if he could get
the herd of cattle to Las Vegas and dispose of them, he would be
provided with money enough to defeat his enemies. But money he must
have.
At breakfast the next morning Carter selected the outfit for the drive.
He named half a dozen men, who were variously known as Buck, Andy, Bud,
Soapy, Sogun, and the Kid. These men were experienced trail-herd men,
and Carter had confidence in them.
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