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Updated: May 14, 2025
They loafed outside in the afternoon sunshine, momentarily expecting the two men from the T-Bar-T. Presently Andy White rose and wandered off toward the spring. Pete sat idly tossing pellets of earth at a tin can. He was thinking of Annersley, of the old man's unvarying kindliness and quaint humor.
And I figure this here deal ain't even started to make trouble yet. Wait till the T-Bar-T outfit gits a-goin'; and mebby the Concho, and the Blue Range boys." "Hand over your canteen a minute," said Brevoort. "I lost mine in the get-away." Dawn found them inside the south line fence. In an hour they were at the 'dobe and clamoring for breakfast.
The sheriff was no longer puzzled about the two rifles having been used. The cowboy had told him that two of the T-Bar-T men had been killed. That in each instance a thirty-thirty, soft-nosed slug had done the business. Annersley's rifle was an old forty-eighty-two, shooting a solid lead bullet.
Don't know as I could use you. What's your name, anyhow?" "I'm Pete Annersley. I reckon you know who my pop was." Bailey nodded. "The T-Bar-T," he said, turning toward the men. They shook their heads and were silent, gazing curiously at the boy, of whom it was said that he had "bumped off" two T-Bar-T boys in a raid some years ago. Young Pete felt his ground firmer beneath him.
Any of the boys riding for the Blue or the Concho or the T-Bar-T were only too eager to brand a stray calf and consider that they were but serving their employer's interests, knowing that their strays were quite as apt to be branded by a rival outfit. So it went among men supposed to be living under the law.
I aim to settle with that Jay." Cotton was talking to Houck of the T-Bar-T, blending fact and fiction in a blustering attempt to make himself believe he had played the man. During his long, foot-weary journey to the ranch he had roughly invented this speech and tried to memorize it. Through repetition he came to believe that he was telling the truth.
But two men never forgot him the storekeeper and the sheriff. One of them hoped that the boy might come back some day. He had grown fond of Pete. The other hoped that he would not come back. Meanwhile the T-Bar-T herds grazed over Annersley's homestead.
But the old man never seemed perturbed by these arguments, declining, in his good-natured way, to take them seriously, and feeling secure in his own rights, as a hard-working citizen, to hold and cultivate the allotment he had earned from the Government. The T-Bar-T outfit especially grudged him the water that they had previously used to such good advantage. This water was now under fence.
He knew that if he were caught, he would most probably be hanged or imprisoned for the shooting of Gary if he were not killed in being taken. The T-Bar-T interests ruled the courts. Moreover, his reputation was against him. Ever since the raid on Annersley's place Pete had been pointed out as the "kid who stood off the raiders and got two of them."
Young Pete, restlessly anxious to follow the T-Bar-T men, invented an excuse to leave the storekeeper, who suggested that they go to bed. "Got to see if my hoss is all right," said Pete. "The ole fool's like to git tangled up in that there drag-rope I done left on him. Reckon I'll take it off." "Why, your dad was tellin' me you was a reg'lar buckaroo.
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