Sanderson. The Okar court allows
that it needs him. I've got a warrant for him."
Dale's grin was huge. He felt secure with his men behind him.
But if he expected Sanderson to be impressed he was disappointed. The
latter's face did not change color, nor did he shift his position in
the slightest manner. And his cold, amused grin disconcerted Dale.
His voice, when he spoke, was gentle and drawling:
"Was you thinkin' Miss Bransford is interested in warrants, Dale? Oh,
don't! There's an honest judge in Okar, an' he ain't helpin' Maison's
gang. Get back to Okar an' tell Maison that Sanderson ain't visitin'
Okar today."
"You ain't, eh!" Dale's voice snapped with rage. "Well, we ain't
carin' a damn whether you do or not! We've got you, right where we
want you. I've got a warrant, an' you'll come peaceable or we'll plant
you! There ain't only two horses in the corral--showing that your men
has gone. An' there ain't anything between you an' the coyotes!"
"Only you, Dale," said Sanderson. His voice was still gentle, still
drawling.
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