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Updated: June 28, 2025
"With my hands or with a knife or with a gun or anyway; now or to-morrow or some time I'm goin' to kill you." "They all heard you," Blenham spat out furiously. "You're a fool, Barbee. Goin' to get up? Ever goin' to get up?" "Turn me loose, boys," muttered Bill Royce. "I've waited long enough; I've stood enough. I been like an ol' woman. Jus' let me an' Blenham finish this."
If you want orders, Blenham, you just take these from me: Ride back to the old man on Big Bend ranch and tell him that what stock is on my ranch I keep here until he can prove it is his! Understand? If he can prove that these steers belong to him and I don't believe he can and you can tell him that, too why then, let him send me the money to pay for their pasturage and he can have them.
I'll take you into Drop Off Valley to-night, and Blenham and Yellow Barbee can watch all they please and never guess we're there. For there's a way up that not even Blenham knows and where they will never look for us. Come on, Steve Packard; use a spur." She shot by him, leading the way.
And here's old Packard's pet dog Blenham running the outfit in old Packard's interests just the same as if it was his already. Set a thief to rob a thief," she concluded briefly. Steve Packard sat bolt upright in his chair. "I wouldn't mind getting the straight of this," he told her quietly. "I thought that Philip Packard had sold the outfit to his father before his death."
"Isn't your eternal drinking bad enough without your asking such as that to drink with you?" she asked quietly. Very, very quietly for Miss Terry Temple. Her father shifted a trifle uneasily. Blenham watched her intently, admiringly after a gross fashion and yet a bit contemptuously.
Steve Packard rode into town in the late afternoon, his motive clear-cut, his need urgent. If Blenham had stolen his ten thousand dollars for which he had so imperative a call now, then Blenham had been the one who had replaced the large bank-notes with the small; there was the chance that Blenham, just a week ago to-night, had gotten the dollar bills in Red Creek.
Steve Packard, boss of Ranch Number Ten." And Dan Hodges, dull wit that he was, felt that something was wrong. The look in the stranger's eyes had altered swiftly, the eyes had grown hard. Steve went out. As he reached the sidewalk he glimpsed a red automobile racing townward from the station. Behind it, riding in its dust, came Blenham.
Many of them had drunk much and slept little last night; not a man of them but missed his coffee. Packard caught up his horse's reins and swung into the saddle calling out: "I don't know anything you're waiting for. Climb into the seat, somebody. Get started. Blenham and Woods both need a doctor.
His eye shone with its crafty light; his lips were parted a little as though they held themselves in readiness for a swift interruption if Temple said the wrong thing or went too far. "You are prejudiced," said Temple. "You always have been. Just because Blenham here has represented Packard, and Packard " "Is an old thief!" she cried passionately. "And worse!
"Stephen," he said sternly, his eyes hard on his grandson's face, "tell me an' tell me the down-right truth, so help you God: Did you rent this pasture from Andy Sprague, thinkin' he owned it?" Though he wondered, Steve answered briefly, to have this done with so that he could again turn to Blenham "Yes." "An' the boys says you have been losin' stock an' blamin' it to me?
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