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Updated: June 21, 2025
"I hear what you say, but I don't understand what you mean what's back of it." "It isn't intended that you should yet. I'm protecting myself. That's all." "I guessed that much. Well, if you're ready, I'll arrange your lodgings for the night, Cass. I reckon I'll put you up at a hotel with one of the boys." "Just as you say." Fendrick rose, and the two men passed into the street.
Arrest him if you want to stop trouble." There came a knock on the door. It opened to admit Luck Cullison. He shut it and put his back to it, while his eyes, hard as hammered iron, swept past the officer to fix on Fendrick. The latter rose quickly from the bed, but O'Connor flung him back. "Don't forget you're my prisoner." "He's your prisoner, is he?"
I have a witness who saw a man shove that old shirt down in the barrel after tearing a piece off." "Your witness got a name, Bucky?" "I'll not mention the name now. If it became too well known something might happen to my witness." Fendrick nodded. "You're wiser there. She wouldn't be safe, not if a certain man happened to hear what you've just told me." "I didn't say she, Cass." "No, I said it.
Fendrick knelt on the edge of the pit and showed him where a rope had been dragged so heavily that it had cut deeply into the clay. "Someone pulled him out." "What's it mean anyhow? Kate wasn't in that hole, was she?" Cass shook his head. "This is my guess. Someone was coming along here in the dark and fell in. Suppose Miss Cullison heard him calling as she came up the gulch. What would she do?"
"You say the robber had on his hat, and that somebody shot at him. Whoever it was must know the man wasn't father." Gently Bolt took this last prop from her hope. "He is almost sure the man was your father." A spark of steel came into her dark eyes. "Who is the man?" "His name is Fendrick." "Cass Fendrick?"
He'll pay us this week like he said he would. That's dead sure. He'd die before he'd fall down on it, now Fendrick has got his back up. But I swear I don't know where he'll raise the price. Money is so tight right now." That afternoon Luck called at every bank in Saguache. All of the bankers knew him and were friendly to him, but in spite of their personal regard they could do nothing for him.
We'll all have supper together like sensible folks. Then José and I will give you the cabin for the night if you'll promise not to attempt to escape. In the morning maybe you'll see things different." Fendrick calculated not without reason that the best thing to do would be to give Kate a chance for a long private talk with her father.
"We'll talk of that later. Now you go look after my horse while I keep guard here." Blackwell went, protesting that he was no "nigger" to be ordered about on errands. As soon, as he was out of hearing Fendrick turned his thin lip-smile on the prisoner. "It's up to you, Cullison. I saved your life once. I'm protecting you now. But if your friends show up he'll do as he says.
"For if Lute Blackwell did this thing to your father it's mighty serious for him." Kate was white to the lips, but in no danger of breaking down. "Yes, if this man is in it he would not stop at less than murder. But I don't believe it. I know Father is alive. Cass Fendrick is the man we want. I'm sure of it."
Luck was reaching for his hat, but turned toward his friends as he spoke. Without looking again at Fendrick, he led the way to the street. The young man left alone cursed softly to himself, and ordered another drink. He knew he was overdoing it, but the meeting with Cullison had annoyed him exceedingly. The men had never been friends, and of late years they had been leaders of hostile camps.
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