We was pals. So he's foreman
here, eh? Well, you follow his trail close about cattle or hosses and
you'll win out."
"I been doing that," said Collie. "The other day he told me to keep my
eye on one of the boys. Silent Saunders, he's called. Kind of funny. I
don't know anything about Saunders."
"Well, you bank on it. Stack 'em up chin-high on it, Collie, if Brand
says that. He knows some-thin' or he would never talk. Brand is a
particular friend of yours?"
"You bet!"
"Well, tie to him. What he says is better than fine gold as the pote
says. I reckon coarse gold suits me better, outside of po'try. How does
the Saunders insec' wear his clothes?"
"He's kind of lame in one arm and--here he comes now. You can see for
yourself. The one on that pinto."
As Saunders rode past the two men, he turned in his saddle. Despite
Overland's finery he recognized him at once.
Overland's gaze never left the other's hands. "Mornin'," said Overland,
nodding. "Ain't you grazin' pretty far this side of Gophertown?"
"Who the hell are you talkin' to?" Saunders asked venomously, and his
eyes narrowed.
Overland grinned, and carelessly shifted the lapel of his coat from
beneath which peeped the butt of his automatic pistol.
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