He's had information about us, an' is
plannin' to hold us up. You know what for. Silverthorn an' the bunch
has got a finger in the pie."
That suspicion had also become a conviction to Sanderson. And yet, in
the person of the sheriff and his men, there was the law blocking his
progress toward the money he needed for the irrigation project.
"Do you think one hundred and fifty heads will cover the suspected
stock?" he questioned.
"I'd put it at two hundred," returned the sheriff.
"All right, then," said Sanderson slowly; "take your men an' cut out
the two hundred you think belong to Lester. I'll stop on the way back
an' have it out with you."
The sheriff grinned. "That'll be square enough," he agreed. He turned
to the men who had come with him. "You boys cut out them cattle that
we looked at, an' head them toward the Bar X." When the men had gone
he turned to Sanderson.
"I want you men to know that I'm actin' under orders. I don't know
what's eatin' Bill Lester--that ain't my business.
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